Five-year-olds aren’t known for their patience, but the ham, egg, and cheese sandwich from the deli keeps him busy for most of the train ride and half of the walk back to our apartment. I pick at a bag of chips and try to keep up with his conversation, but it’s hard to focus on anything except the way the walls are closing in.
The adventure I’m currently hyping up to my child? Homelessness.
My grand plan involves getting home, packing the necessities, and then… The future stretches out in front of me like a black hole.
Is there something on the other side? Will we be swallowed up forever? Only time will tell.
“What kind of adventure will it be?” Dante bounces from one foot to the other while I unlock our apartment door.
“Swimming?” he guesses. “Can I wear goggles?”
“It’s too cold for
