The check-in desk for The Sloane House YMCA was burrowed off of an otherwise large and dim lobby, interrupted by thick support columns. The attendants were busy, so I leaned my two bags against one of the columns, looking back every 15 seconds to make sure they were still there. I held on to The World's Heaviest Briefcase.
I nodded when one attendant said, "Next."
"I would like to check in," I said, pretending to myself I had an actual reservation -- even though I was told they didn't take them when I had called a few weeks ago. I carried my membership card to the Miami County YMCA of Ohio in my wallet to help make my case if needed.
"Yep, just a minute," she answered, stepping out of sight.
I exhaled my relief. I was not going to be turned away at the inn.
The attendant returned to take my only credit card in exchange for a copy of the house rules.
"You can only stay here 25 consecutive days. Beyond that, the city considers you an illegal transient and you have to go."
I nodded my understanding. 25 days seemed more than enough time to find a job and an apartment in New York. I mean, it would be my full-time job to get a job, so I was sure to beat that deadline.
Once I signed the house rules and my credit card authorization, I was handed the key to my new home on the 8th floor for the next 3 1/2 weeks.
"Welcome to New York," she said flatly, already motioning to the next person behind me.
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Photo credit: Elvert Barnes on Visual Hunt
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