I spent another day in the office until 5AM putting together a submission. As I exited the office I was about to hail one of the dozens of taxis milling about but decided to walk home instead. I was very tired, but even more, I felt compressed from spending 19 hours in the same office chair and my head was still full of thoughts.
Usually when I walk home late at night from the office I am careful to avoid as many homeless people as possible, and tiptoe around those who I have to walk past. I hate to think that I might wake someone up and remind them that there is no real privacy. I think that the majority of the homeless people are foreigners. There is a multicultural group that coexist in one of the tunnels passing under the road, and they have very tidy spaces and are well kept. I hope that they will be able to move out one day.
At 5 AM there were some other people sleeping on the street that I had never seen. One guy was laying in the middle of the sidewalk along Queensway. I tried to pick my way around him and he woke up and made some strange noises and shook his money cup at me. Okay, so clearly he was nuts. If I had not come to that conclusion from him sleeping in the open, in the center of the sidewalk, then I knew it now.
In the tunnel, the usual group was sleeping. As I walked toward the end, a young lady emerged from her mattress to get herself some water. I was shocked that she was among the group because she was so young. There were some trendy clothes and high heeled boots close by, hanging up to dry. She looked a bit embarrassed that I was looking at her so I said hello and she nodded back.
Times like this make me so grateful for what I have. It is impossible for me to comprehend this young lady's life, working throughout the day and then returning home late at night to a tunnel where people like me pass by on our way home.
When I did finally reach home, SB was snoring lightly with his arm around my pillow and his leg where it usually is, resting over my body. I lifted his leg and crawled into the space to cuddle up with him. He squeezed me and went back to snoring.
Usually when I walk home late at night from the office I am careful to avoid as many homeless people as possible, and tiptoe around those who I have to walk past. I hate to think that I might wake someone up and remind them that there is no real privacy. I think that the majority of the homeless people are foreigners. There is a multicultural group that coexist in one of the tunnels passing under the road, and they have very tidy spaces and are well kept. I hope that they will be able to move out one day.
At 5 AM there were some other people sleeping on the street that I had never seen. One guy was laying in the middle of the sidewalk along Queensway. I tried to pick my way around him and he woke up and made some strange noises and shook his money cup at me. Okay, so clearly he was nuts. If I had not come to that conclusion from him sleeping in the open, in the center of the sidewalk, then I knew it now.
In the tunnel, the usual group was sleeping. As I walked toward the end, a young lady emerged from her mattress to get herself some water. I was shocked that she was among the group because she was so young. There were some trendy clothes and high heeled boots close by, hanging up to dry. She looked a bit embarrassed that I was looking at her so I said hello and she nodded back.
Times like this make me so grateful for what I have. It is impossible for me to comprehend this young lady's life, working throughout the day and then returning home late at night to a tunnel where people like me pass by on our way home.
When I did finally reach home, SB was snoring lightly with his arm around my pillow and his leg where it usually is, resting over my body. I lifted his leg and crawled into the space to cuddle up with him. He squeezed me and went back to snoring.
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