I've been here for two weeks and I'm starting to feel normal again. I have an Oregon driver's license and library card. I have an apartment, but I have to wait to move in. They're still cleaning and fixing it up. The apartment number is 13. I love that. I have a temp job for 10 bucks and hour that starts on the 18th and I'm interviewing for a job that pays a lot more on Tuesday. So I'm starting for feel like everything is falling into place.
I feel like I have been amazingly blessed. The trip out here could have been disasterous, but kind people helped me along the way. Since I've been here everyone has been so nice to me. People have given and loaned me things. I'm staying at a friend's place free of charge. People have given me towels, blankets, houseplants, and kitchen appliances. How could I ever repay everyone's kindness?
Here's some photos from my last day in Buffalo.
The house I used to live in.
The van I drove out in.
The room I stayed in.
I was born in Buffalo, but raised in Florida. When my parents split up in 1980 I came back up here with my mother. I ended up living at 1391 Broadway. It is an empty lot now. I decided to pay it a visit just before I left the city for the last time.
This image was taken a couple days before. The movement of the car I was in distorted the image.
Even the house next door is abandoned.
I don't ever remember it being a good neighborhood to begin with.
It was stange to stand in a space that used to be my home. It felt like part of my past had decayed and blew away in the wind.
It was good to look one last time at the past before I moved on to the future.
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