Omaha knew me before I knew myself.

That’s the strange thing about leaving a place where your whole life happened in public. People remember the versions of you you’ve already outgrown. Sometimes they remember the versions you’re still trying to forgive.

I wrote about leaving for New York in two weeks, public reinvention, community memory, masculinity, faith, being witnessed, and those stables next to the projects on Sorensen I still can’t explain.

“Stables on Sorensen.”