No analysis necessary for this one

I lived in this rundown neighborhood that used to be full of cute boutique shops and bustling with activity, but at the time I was living there, it had become a neglected area of the city. To get from one end of my street to the other, there were certain shops I had to walk though because there was no sidewalk. I kept running into people I knew in real life and they were encouraging me to continue foraging forward. No one stopped to have a full conversation with me and when I would stop to try to talk to them, they kept giving me words of encouragement and telling me that I was great. There is a gap in my memory at the time that I reached the opposite end of the street, but it picks up again on my return walk back to my home. People kept asking me how it went and I kept telling them to keep their fingers crossed for me.

One of the shops I had to walk through twice was a Halloween shop with all sorts of costumes, decorations and paraphernalia. Another shop was a hippie shop like the ones I used to like going to in Provincetown.