All roads either end or end and then turn into a different road. Usually, there’s a stop sign or yield sign, and when you approach it, you must make a choice.

For the past six weeks, I have been hanging out with the homeless. I’ve played dozens of games of chess with them. I’ve sat beside them as they swap stories. I’ve walked with them to go to the shoe repair store. I’ve listened to and filmed life story after life story.

The homeless became MY people, as I slowly became part of their community.

But now, I’m done filming for the documentary and about to start my new job. Between editing and my new job, I won’t be able to spend much time out in the homeless community.

The end of the road is here, and my heart kinda hurts a little from knowing that I won’t see Beverly or Dominique or Big G or Scooby or Mark every single day. And maybe, if I’m honest, I don’t want this road to end.

But every road must end, and so onward I traverse.