I’m alive, happy and well.
Lonely as heck among so many strangers. Having a blast. I’m scared like never before, and happy too. You’d think I’d planned to move here, the amount of energy I’ve spent on it.
I slept in Golden Gate park twice as well as I ever have in a strange hotel, and as well as the best hostel I’ve ever been in. I’m tired, dirty and happy.
I love the world, but I’m not sure it cares about me the same way.
Repeat that same thing metaphorically alllll the way down.