On the last leg of my latest trip, headed out to Boston. I had an almost totally uneventful journey, except for the damages of regular travel and a 12 hour layover in Detroit. (Our bus was late coming in, we missed the connection, and we had to wait for the next one.)
A friend is getting me a hotel room when I arrive, and from there begins the wonderful task of finding housing and income. It’s going to be some effort, but if I have to be homeless anywhere, Boston’s where it’s at I think.