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
ive been in long island for about 9 months now (wow... it suddenly feels so real after typing it out). i’ve 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, here’s a picture i took during a walk near my home.
