Notes from Nowhere

I Love Letter to Baltimore

So here’s the deal, friends: I really did go nowhere. Technically, yes, I went to Baltimore. Did the things I was supposed to do. And then? I holed up in a hotel room that looked suspiciously like a fancy freshman dorm, ordered $80 worth of groceries (my idea of luxury), and never left.

Now, I already know the chorus of reactions: “Oh no, are you okay? W…