I’m living in an AirBnB in Bed-Stuy, Brooklyn, where my feelings toward the area resemble how I once felt about someone I worked with – forever ago.

There’s good inside. You just have to dig.

There’s a bath mat inside the shower and I went to move it out of the shower, but when I lifted it up, I saw things…I saw really gross things.

But I’m grateful to be living in Brooklyn and on this adventure and mostly for everything I still have in life, which may be just enough to fill only two suitcases, but it’s good enough.