We’re all young, not ready to be tied down and the unicorn in this myth is that everyone will find someone else at closing time because we don’t have to go home but we can’t stay here. You get it, I get it, everyone on my Twitter feed gets it; we’re all sick of being alone.
He said we should come back again as my head rested on his shoulder, and the train moved along the track, back to Long Island. Further and further away from our wintry weekend in the West Village.
A “late drink” can mean literally ANYTHING to city people.
We kissed in the kitchen, next to a lazy Susan and a few glass pears.
New York imports sacrifice a lot to survive here. We abandon our comfort zones and move miles away from family and friends. We sacrifice financial security to follow our dreams. We sacrifice our dreams in order to pay our rents.