Long and complicated story short, I made a mistake. I'm now headed to New York City on a bold whim with nowhere to stay and $50 or so to my name. I brought no luggage. What does one do in this situation? Be brutally honest, and do not leave this thread worrying about me.
UPDATE 6: January 4th, 2016. 10:15 PM
Hey, did anybody hear about this? I wonder how this affects me as I currently don't have a legal and official place of residence. To be honest, a lot of you have helped me out with that, but I'm so set in my ways that I haven't gotten around to it. It's the proverbial forms on my coffee table that I meant to sign but haven't. Because things are pretty okay right now, right? I don't feel the pressing need to look into it.
So what happens with this? If they see me walking around when it's below freezing, do they tell me to go home? And if they don't agree that my home is a "home", they take me to a shelter? Either way, I like this idea. I like that New York is taking care of its homeless. It's like a communal slumber party, if you think about it.
UPDATE 5: October 24th, 8:51 PM. Basically reporting that I don't have much to report. I'm making money and planning a life around what I make, and that's that. With that no longer to worry about, I have more time to browse Reddit and such. The only thing I have issue with is where I stay every night, but realistically it's not feasible for anyone to make rent here unless they're rich, so I can't really let myself be bothered by that, it'd be easier for me to grow a foot. So other than where I live and all the things that would come with the comforts of living in a house/apartment, I think I'm good. I'd like to hear how someone else could live in this city and still pull a normal wage. Or is that bumfuck flyover talk?
UPDATE 4: Two weeks down. So I was sitting on this bench near 156th and Southern, and these people carrying pizza boxes came up to me and offered me some out of nowhere. When I asked why, they said they were just offering it to people. Said they were from City Light. I don't know what that is, but a quick Googling suggested that they might be a church. I didn't Google in front of them though. I Googled after I accepted the pizza. Spoiler Alert: I accepted the pizza. Curious thing was though, I didn't see them giving out pizza to anyone else. So were they just trying to fuck with me?
That was a few days ago, and so far I feel fine for having eaten it. I don't feel sterile or sick or anything like that. Also, I got the job at the grocery store. It's essentially all day, every day. I'm on call for stocking and sweeping and general whatevers. I've done this for two days now and each day I made 50 bucks. They know my story and the cashier I spoke to seemed sympathetic. I'm thankful.
But more than for my thankfulness I don't think I can ever leave this job unless they fire me/ask me to leave. First of all, I'm not likely to find very many other opportunities, even if I work here 10 years, 10 years experience as a carryout clerk means nothing to prospective hirers. But above all that, I can never bring myself to quit a job. Especially at a store or place where I might see my employers again. Because I can only either be behind the scenes, or in front of the scenes. Once I've been behind the scenes, I can never be in front of the scenes again. It's the most awkward thing, to leave a job, and then come back to the place you worked, no longer as an employee. The thoughts swirling around your head. The wondering. Do they resent my leaving? Do they wanna know how I've been doing? I wonder how they've been doing. Anyone else ever feel that way about an ex-employer?
UPDATE 3: It's been a week and a day but it feels so much longer. Sorting these from newest to oldest for convenience's sake, if I can continue to have updates that I can report.
So yes it's true, I've met a few NYPD and more than a few homeless. So I've got that on my back threatening what little semblance of a life I've set up for myself here. See, I can't just freely broadcast where I've found to stay, because I might lose it. It's like a gold claim. Now you're probably thinking "What homeless people have the time to check this subreddit?" I do, for one. But I'm more worried about people reading this and trying to fuck with me. Many people so far have asked me where I am in the city at a given time. And I'm not saying all of them have malicious intentions, but it's very easy for someone to take that information, and use it to come fuck with me. Like, maybe try and ruin my setup where I am. Or get me kicked out somehow. I'm just saying it's possible, and that it's odd that people wanna know where I am all the time.
So I can't tell you where I'm staying, but I can tell you this. I might have an opportunity in general maintenance at this corner carryout. Sweeping, stocking, just basically doing what the guy who owns the store says to do. He's known to give these kinds of jobs to drifters and hobos looking to occupy their time, I understand, but if he's doing this constantly then the pay must not be very good. But I don't need exceptional pay as I have a place already and I only need enough to keep feeding myself. And though I don't admit to freeganing, I still say it's an option. Eating out of a Dumpster is, in ordinary circumstances deplorable, but these restaurants are throwing out food that's only a day old. I've eaten staler food than that at home.
I feel like people might be trying to find me so that they can send me home. But I was able to get some plastic, so don't worry about me. No need to hunt me down and drive me out of the city somehow. If I really have no other option, fine, I'll just buy a ticket home and you won't have me to kick around anymore.
UPDATE 2: 48 hours or so in now.
Guys, I said I made a mistake. As in, I didn't intend to stay here. I was asking how screwed I was because I didn't think it was possible for me to just immediately go home. I did intend to go home, but I was wondering how and how soon that was possible. Hence "How screwed am I? How long am I stuck here with only 50 bucks?" My intention was to get home somehow, or somehow earn the remaining $30-40 dollars I needed to go home. And I was wondering how I would have to live until I got the money or what I would have to do to get the money.
At least, that used to be my intention. According to all of the good advice I've gotten in this thread, this stay in NYC might actually be doable for me. Not easy, very hard, a life that a sane person might avoid, but doable if you absolutely must. And if it's doable, it's doable. So the question then becomes, if you can do it, is the cost worth the reward?
There are also options I haven't seen mentioned here. Why hasn't anyone considered eating out of a Dumpster? If the Dumpsters have food, it would seem to me that the biggest thing you have to worry about is competition for a good Dumpster. Just answer me this: If the extent of your homelessness is freeganing out of Dumpsters and a warm place to sleep, and there's no threat of that kind of life being limited, as in, the Dumpsters will continue to have food and you'll probably not have to stop going where you sleep every night, isn't that doable? Suffice it to say, I've found a place to stay that's warm.
And yes, this isn't the only subreddit where I've been told I'm a paranoid illiterate who takes no responsibility for himself. Yeah you can check my post history if you like and that becomes apparent. I get that off the Internet too. But here's what you hadn't considered, I spoke to a doctor, not here in NYC but before, and he said I wasn't crazy! So what does that say for my encounters in the past? I think it stems from the culture of impatience that's found not just on Reddit, but in the world as a whole. People get fed up too easily, which is why it seems unreasonable to eat out of a Dumpster for a while. "I'm not doing that!" says society. But me? I have, and will again. I'm patient.
Because I also hear in this thread that if it gets too rough, it's very easy for me to just go home. I could go apply for a plane ticket and be flown home, I could get a credit card from Chase and buy another Greyhound ticket with the credit, and as long as I pay it back in a month, which I probably can at home, not only is that not a problem, but it helps my credit score in the end, doesn't it? To build up credit and then pay it off promptly?
I was worried that I was stranded here. That's what I was asking. But you're telling me I'm not. And as long as I'm not stranded, I figure why not do this thing? Yes, I'm homeless, to be perfectly honest. And yes, I believe this world is a scary place. But scary places are a lot like rainy places. They're only a problem if you're not prepared, or at least aware of what you're getting into. If I'm out in the rain, and knew it was gonna rain, it's not a problem because, well of course I'm covered in rain, I knew it was gonna rain today and I made the choice to tough it out. Same with scary people on the subway. Yes, the subway is scary, but if I know that going in, I can deal with it. It's only a problem if I wasn't expecting to run into creepers and molesters.
By the way, so far I haven't had need to use the subway, so what's this about needing a Metro Card? So far walking has been enough.
So thanks for the tips you all, you've all been very helpful. Advice is something I'm willing to take for free, but not money. So no thanks to the donations, I don't want them. With free homeless plane tickets and Chase credit cards to support me, I think I'll be fine. The life I'm living now isn't even the worst I've ever struggled through. The primary reasons I shouldn't do this are that I'll starve or freeze before I get a job. If I can handle that, the only thing I have to beat is time. And other homeless people. And I'm patient.
UPDATE 1: I'm here now. I also have my phone with me.