Mercy

I am slowly getting used to this studio. Although I am still happy to leave it often, I think that it was meant for me to live here for these three weeks. I am one block away from the used book store, there is a gas station on the corner, and I can see the hospital from my kitchen window. I sit on the side of my kitchen table which faces it. It is aptly named, "Mercy".

Also, the kitchen which forces me to eat out has driven me to face my fear of restaurant-prepared foods.