I live here.
I get so caught up in every day life that I actually forget. Yet with the world in the palm of my hand, I often feel like I’m missing something; like everyone is in on a big secret I’m not aware of. For so long, I wanted out of NYC, but if God’s shown me anything within the past 4 years, it’s that this is where I belong. For what, I’m still not certain.
Until then, I’ll blend in while sticking out.
I’ll write until my heart is silent.
I’ll fight for what I want.
I will wait.
I will live for serendipity and my perfect New York moment.