In 2018, I have so much for which I am deeply, unashamedly, and unrepentantly grateful.
Some times the way to fall in love again is to leave the thing behind you.
To live in NYC is to experience a daily, and essential, separation from others, if only to maintain sanity.
We keep missing each other: I say hello as you’re saying goodbye; you say “one more time” as I say “I’m done.”
At what point are you deemed to be enough?
What would you do to live in New York City? What is it worth to live in Moneytown, USA?