A few years ago I found a notebook in my dad’s basement. I knew what was in it, but I didn’t want to open it. I saved it for this day, this year, to look back. You’re about to read…
New York, I love you
When I first moved here I was a complete idiot. I thought I was well-equipped to deal with New York. I thought I knew what to expect because I knew New York. I had felt it in my bones. Her and I had known each other and loved each other in many lifetimes. I was ready. But I had no fucking clue.