I think about a feeling I had
in my early twenties,
when I lived in New Hope
in my first apartment.
Times were hard but in a normal way
back then.
Groceries were not unattainable
And rent was only 400$ a month.
I remember I used to thrift a lot
and get a fun drink
from Starbucks and that was enough.
Life was overwhelming
but I didn’t feel defeated,
in fact I felt hopeful.
I don’t know if I was just naive
or if I’m jaded now.
But I remember a gloomy day
in late September on my way to
Goodwill, excited to get a pumpkin
spice latte for the first time that year.