Dead broke, don’t know how I’m going to eat, have nowhere to go, nowhere to sleep, body covered in hives.
But all of that is nothing compared to how I feel.
It seems that maybe my name is clear, that maybe my intentions are good – that I want the best for the world.
God, what did it took to get here…
Got to talk to my mom yesterday, we face-timed for the first time in years. I told her that I’m doing good – that I’ll be back to Canada soon. Her aged face lit up with a nostalgic stare as we were talking, I think she was proud of her son.
Van, September 12, 2025
