ive been in long island for about 9 months now (wow... it suddenly feels so real after typing it out). iāve always had a lingering fear that i may no longer identify as someone who lives in the city. every time i mention to someone i meet that i used to live in brooklyn, it feels like it takes away a part of me that once lived in the city. its a strange, transformative feeling. for now, hereās a picture i took during a walk near my home.
always kind of viewed nyc as a second home away from toronto. only lived there for a few months but that's plenty of time for all kinds of impressions to be left. back in the city for a cheeky 2 day solo retreat and genuinely could not be happier
truly Americaās pastime. I was reading in the park earlier and overheard a girl dishing about a breakup to her friend who was kinda implying she was in the wrongā¦ and she was like āso did I lie? Yes. But I meant it at the timeā and then explained to her friend how the NYT connections puzzles work. I only hope people are as thrilled when they listen in on my crazy ass. I love being nosy
really just stretching your whole body so intensely youāre using muscles you didnāt even know you had and squeaking like a little mouse. wiggling like a worm on the sidewalk after it rains when you poke it with your shoe, but a little slower. maybe more snake than worm. but to each their own
