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I’m living in Bristol for the first time in four months. And, again, I have no idea how to do this. I’m living in a house with strangers in a different part of town. A part that feels alien. Meanwhile, I am so different from who I was fourth months ago that maybe I’m the alien.

The cab driver made it very clear that he wasn’t from Bristol. As did the man at the bank. As if there some secret I was not aware of. A reason a person would not claim Bristol as his own. This triggered my already nervous temperament. It made me wonder what I had gotten myself into.

I’m not sure what I hated most about the city, the things I told other people or the fact that I was alone. Maybe it was the way it impinged on my fantasy with its reality. I worried that this is what real life was like. Being in a city you hated by yourself with nothing to do and nowhere to go. I worried that this is what awaited me in the coming days.

He wore beige khaki pants. The kind that unzipped into shorts. His running shoes blue mirrors to my own neon green. He had on a black windbreaker. His hair was perfectly cut. In the back especially.