I am in New York.
Where do I even begin? Things are good. Dots of disaster here and there, as usual. But most things are good.
Pictures in the next post. Till then, I need to tell myself to stay intact.
The best things are happening all at once and I’m terrified.
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[EDIT] A week later :
It’s nice to finally have the time. Hello.
So many things, where to begin? Things found, things broken.
I found a statue of liberty, chained to a shop front.
I found Amanda Lepore. I found flea markets. I found a Puerto Rican Parade.
I found great parks, great reads, great friends… great friend. One person who, ironically, feels more permanent than anything I’d ever known.
When I remember 6 years ago, how I said, it’s New York. Gave up on New York. Now I’m in New York, hoping to be disappointed, just to be on the safe side. But it’s just impossible.
I can only believe the city is charmed.
Anyone, tell me how not to leave my heart behind.























