I'm Moving, Turns Out

On debt, shame, and relief

I think it was spring 2002. I was a college dropout and didn’t imagine I’d ever live in Brooklyn. I’d been recovering from an agoraphobic nervous breakdown for several months, and going to the big city for a visit was a huge moment for somebody who, only six months prior, had been house-bound.

This post was originally shared over on my Patreon. I thought…