• Sorry, we don't hire...
• Sorry, but we are full-stuffed...
• Sorry, we can't help you ...

Time drags on and weighs heavily. We arrived only yesterday, but it feels like an eternity has passed, during which we haven't found a job or housing.

NY was wonderful because you could walk around, zone out, sleep, eat, stare, take photos, drink coffee, and not worry at all about the fact that every extra day in the hostel costs $50 + food + public transport fares. We had a plane ticket for a specific date and a bunch of free time. Here, everything is different.

San Diego is nothing like New York. Palm trees grow here and the sun shines, but the wind blows and it's not hot at all. There are almost no skyscrapers here, and in the Ocean Beach area, the houses are only two stories high. In Ocean Beach, there are as many surf shops and muscular guys on the beach as there are barbershops and Black people in Harlem. Here, my eyes are constantly drawn to the signs that say "rent" and "lease"...