Good friends, good dogs

It's bittersweet, visiting a place where you used to live

Emmett and Ivy<3

In between dog-sitting gigs this month I stayed with my dear friend B and her two roommates in their duplex in Fort Greene. B’s rescue poodle, Oatie, has run of the fairy-lit backyard, and I love sitting back there with B, sharing a joint and making each other laugh.

After a bit of a rocky beginning to my stay in Brooklyn (you might recall from an earlier newsletter that I was undergoing a bit of a depressive episode), it was so special, healing, even, to spend time with my old friend. B cooked us a healthy, wholesome dinner, and I chatted away at the dining room table with one of her roommates, S, and his girlfriend, L, both of whom are just the loveliest. L is a fellow journalist (turns out we have friends and gossip in common) who gave me some great advice about a crisis of conscience I’ve had with a work thing lately. S bought me coffee from the corner shop both mornings I woke up on the couch in their basement, and when I hugged him goodbye he told me to come back to stay anytime, in a way that made me feel like he meant it.