Post #3651536

I just had a small, teary moment when I was standing outside and could smell people cooking breakfast. I never thought I would ever live somewhere that smelled like pancakes and bacon outside on a Sunday morning. Eight years ago, I would be listening to cops harassing homeless people, wheezing from car exhaust and smelling hot garbage. My life has changed in both horrifying and beautiful ways and I'm so glad I get to be here this morning, but in a bittersweet way where I know that the cops are still harassing homeless people and I feel kind of helpless in the world. Life is a pretty wild ride.