I got on a train and went to Berkely today. It is nice. I didn’t like the train ride though. City people look angry to me. Maybe they are stressed out.
Berkeley has a small town feel. I like small towns. I guess there are different sections. Telegraph (Avenue) is hippy, grungy and Shattuck(Street) is city-ish. Or so I am told. I don’t worry about things like that though. I just like a friendly feel.
At the coffee shop, a young Mexican teenager complemented my jacket. No one in my hometown ever talks to me so that’s different. And despite the general unfriendliness on the train, a 30 something White guy kissed my hand after I asked him a train related question. It’s like I’m in a different country!
As soon as I got off the train in Berkeley I found myself wondering if this would be a good place to free-sleep. I have a feeling it would. I’ll bet there are lots of car and van dwellers here, working there way through college.
I may not be free-sleeping much longer and that makes me sad. The thought of packing up and living HERE in Berkeley seems so exciting to me. A guy just walked into the coffee shop with a guitar and a covered plastic bucket. I wonder what is in the bucket? He has a grungy style about him that I like. Is he a free-sleeper, a student or ??? Hard to tell for sure. If *I* find him noteworthy, he is probably homeless. Ha! I’m such a wierdo!
More later. There’s internet access at the house I’m staying at. Yay!