Khalil Bridges has no couch in his living room, but he does have a chair. A leather one with arm rests that embrace him as he plops down one recent afternoon and takes in his sparse surroundings.
“This is all I ever wanted growing up,” he says. “I just wanted to live on my own.”
This is not just an apartment. This is his apartment, the first place that the 18-year-old has lived in a year where he doesn’t have to sleep in borrowed space, trying to make his tall, lanky frame compact and unburdensome. Here, he has his own chair, and his own dining room table and his own bed topped with a pillow that reads “Relax.”