7 p.m. — I pack up and bounce. The trains are late, so it takes me a year to arrive in Greenpoint. Train boy has stopped texting me, and my ex has started to *facepalm*. I leant him $400, and he pays me back. I put it straight in my savings. My friend made us pasta and chicken meatballs for dinner. I made a salad with lettuce, kale, arugula, green apples, and avocado, and brought the dressing separately so it wouldn’t get slimy on my odyssey from lower Manhattan to Greenpoint. We were supposed to go out for dinner, but we’re both broke so we decided to cook. We catch up and reminisce and then chat with his roommates briefly. He and I grew up together and have known each other since we were little kids.