Chapter 35

  “I would love to go to the Brooklyn Bridge,” I tell E.J. as I fall down on the bed.

  “Are you sure this will be okay? The double bed I mean? You don’t find it weird?” E.J. asks as he rummages through his bag, packing things in an out, surely looking for something.

  “I wouldn’t have gotten this room if I wasn’t okay with it. I would have kept looking,” I answer.

  Finding lodging in New York that’s affordable is not exactly the easiest thing to do. They are either filled to capacity or no average person can even think about paying their crazy prices. New York might be a city where dreams can come true, but with the high prices I am pretty sure there’s a few dead dreams waiting in a gutter someone as well.

  “You never told me if you just ran away or left a note or something?” I say as I prop myself up against my pillow. You will never have an idea how good a bed feels until you have had a thirteen hour bus ride. It feels like heaven.