When I lived in Boston on certain days I would decide to take a different path. Once I got off the Red Line at a random stop and just walked around. Once I tried to go for a run in Everett and I did not know the route. I felt completely safe while I was lost and exploring.
Living in Brownsville now has reminded me of how when I grew up here I would never try new paths. New paths meant danger. Not knowing how to get home meant I was vulnerable and that was a horrible feeling to have in Brownsville when I was growing up here.
I have yet to try a different path in Brownsville but I’m beginning to explore paths that were dangerous when I grew up here. I’ve walked on blocks I would have never walked on when I was a little girl. I’m trying to become more comfortable without being stupid. The danger is still real.