Thus continues the never ending search for a space where I can feel calm and safe. Because it's not Haledon, it's definitely not this apartment.
Once again I am sleeping in other people's apartments. Moving around them as they make their meals with their ingredients in their kitchens. I don't have that simple pleasure right now. No, I'm sneaking into my apartment in the afternoons (always with someone with me) hoping they're not here or coming in early in the morning to get my stuff and leave again.