Sometimes when I wonder if I've progressed at all in my life, I realize that I no longer live in a building where people experiencing homeless would go to the bathroom in the stairwell.
I mean, I felt bad for them. They didn't have a good place to stay the night or use the bathroom. But I also was like, Please don't shit inside our building.
It's not sanitary and it smells really badly and I needed to carry my bike up the stairs.
That's also the building where the upstairs neighbors used to dribble a basketball at 3am in the morning.
Okay, maybe I've made some progress with my life. Maybe I've figured out a few things for myself like how much I value peace, quiet, and shit-free stairwells.