Tenant Clinic #3

Yesterday was a tough day at the clinic for me.
Marfa was filling out an emergency housing application, but did not wish to enunciate why.
Tiffany and I would say something along the lines of:

"You're filling out the emergency housing application"
"Yes"
"Why?" (We needed to fill out a section on the form regarding why)
(No response)

After a few minutes of this I realized that something was wrong and that she did not wish to tell us what it was, so I looked for Paul who had the folder with Marfa's information on it (he did not give this to us at the beginning). Inside was a letter from Robyn explaining the domestic abuse situation, and as I shared this with Tiffany, I thought that things would go smoothly from then on out.

However, it was a little more difficult than this, as Marfa was at a loss to provide us with references and/or a place to mail. We eventually got this information, but doing it was painstakingly slow, and took all of the night.

Though it was a slow night, I still came away a positive, as Moussa, a kind-hearted man who William and I worked with on Monday came back on Thursday. He had been looking for housing that he could afford, and though we were unable to find housing in his range on Monday, he came back on Thursday with an increased budget and William managed to set up a few showings for him. As he was leaving he poked his head into my room with a very large smile and wholeheartedly thanked me for helping him.