When I left New York in 2014, to return home to California, I sold everything that didn’t fit in a box, and anything with a shipping cost that might threaten to break the bank. When it came time to address my bookshelves, I had to have a come-to-jesus-moment because not only would my collection of literature cost a pretty penny to ship, the shipping boxes were going to be heavy, heavy. Fast forward, I paid the pennies, and the homie Alzo was the only male friend who had a car
Loved it all 🥰 a beautiful and inspiring read.