Aug 25
Day One of Thirty ~
It's an old brick church deep in a troubled part of the city, converted to house those of us in dire need. Is it a good omen that the first person (a resident) that I met bears the same rare name as my sister?
The vague but persistent odor of urine permeates, though the rule that everyone showers every day is strictly enforced. I'm fine until I look at one of my few family pictures, and then I start to cry a little bit. But I got lucky because my bed--partioned off as are all--is flush with the back corner of the room, and there is something comforting in that. A wide, metal, filing cabinet-like set of drawers sits beside the bed. They just announced lunch, so I better go see to it.
