Presenting: New York City, starring New York City.
It was a traditionalist bone I didn’t know I had. I do not have the New York fight in me; I am soft, farm-raised, a girl who prefers her adventures close to home.
Suddenly all those little things that you’re used to are gone, and you realize you are utterly alone in a foreign country. It begins to dawn on you, that everything is different.
The roads are the same. The buildings haven’t changed. Everything is familiar.
19. One designer item that you care for like it was your firstborn child.
I thought endings for us were always just temporary spots. Because we were permanence in every way. That nothing has ever felt like seeing you get out of the elevator at that hotel, or across a crowded airport.
My bank accounts were empty, my motivation was thwarted, and the dream I had held onto for so long had been unmasked and revealed for what it really was: Just a game of luck. And I refused to be the joker.
To be honest, I still occasionally struggle with this. I remember the first time I referred to my mother and stepdad as “my parents” it felt a little like I was cheating on my father’s memory. Was it okay? Was I allowed to have a place in my heart for another dad?
Big-city celebrities once fled to the forgotten hills of distant pockets of civilization off the 15 Freeway. When I drive down Lakeshore today, I can start to understand why.
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