These public accommodations are a bit grating. I can’t find a moment to be alone. People from afar are texting me to escape their present moment, not seeming to realize we came to NYC just to escape them. Every space of the apartment leaves me trapped in conversation. A moment mediated by food. I’ve constantly been eating more than I even want due to a mix of social nerves and availability of food. I feel bloated, uncomfortable, uncertain of where to find quiet.

I can’t wait to go home.