How to be Homeless for 42 Days: Fried Chicken and Fireworks

Day 33

It’s always amusing to see the frantic texts come in as the date of departure approaches. I’ve lived in Charleston for 2 years and have yet to hang out with several of the people that were pleading for me to hang out with them before I leave. What about day-to-day life when I was stable here? Is it the fact that I’ll be intangible that now I’m a hot…