This story will break your heart.
Maybe at one time it was truly a progressive and welcoming place, but that’s not what I found during my time living in the city.
The only good thing about remembering who you really are is that you get to choose what you can take back with you and what you can leave behind. You get to decide which parts are worth fighting for and which parts need to go.
The hardest part of living in another place is missing new life to say hello, and not being able to say goodbye at the end of a life.
People here use the escalators like stairs. They walk up AND down the moving staircases. In Oklahoma, you just politely stand on your step until the escalator brings you to the top.
For the first time, I’m starting to realize that maybe I’m in the wrong place with the wrong people. Maybe everything feels wrong because this is not the right direction, this is not the right road.
It hurts to care, to feel like the person who cares “too much,” But I’d rather truthfully care than pretend to be heartless.
When you’re living in a vacation spot, you are no longer on vacation.
“So there aren’t actually kangaroos hopping around everywhere?”
Laurel Rossellini wrote a paper on bikinis, Speedos and orgasms today, so I think she’s flirting with me. She wrote something about “guys with just the right size penis.”