Regret — A tale of data privacy, lost love, and wilted flowers

<p>During my &ldquo;legally homeless&rdquo; phase, I lived in a hostel in Edinburgh. It was one of those places that was chock-full of Australian travellers on their gap years, European stoners who liked the edgy vibe of the place, and a long-term dorm of lost souls (recent arrivals from other countries, a few former prisoners, people like me with psychiatric diagnoses, etc.) who couldn&rsquo;t afford a real home. Needless to say, it was run by party animals.</p> <p>It&rsquo;s no longer a hostel, thanks to me. Well, thanks to the 2008 economy crash, the hubris of the landlord, and chronic mismanagement. I just gave it a final push.</p> <p><a href="https://bradonppeterson.medium.com/regret-a-tale-of-data-privacy-lost-love-and-wilted-flowers-48228f5abead"><strong>Click Here</strong></a></p>