I found an apartment! I am no longer among the homeless Atlanta population, which is a little saddening, because I thoroughly enjoyed heckling people and yelling at women in Woodruff Park.
Now I can get back to Atlanta and spend my days atop the lilting MARTA track and amongst the youths in Centennial Park. And I can get back to work. Oh, how I have missed Cafe Intermezzo. So much it’s a little silly.