July 22, 2023, Saturday—
I went back to our previous address (our rent is paid through July) and did two loads of laundry. I bid goodbye to the tall sunny room that was our first shelter out of New York City, and drew a comic about the warehouse on the porch.
Then, I left our keys. We texted this photo to our landlord and he texted back, “Did you leave the keys?”
This photo, with the keys.
Smell you later, pretty coneflowers.