Many of us remain close and flock to the same cities, cities we once fantasized about while staring out of a window, occasionally being snapped back to reality by an aggravated teacher, in the middle of third period English. I never considered staying.
When it comes to reality, we get stuck. We don’t know where to start. We can’t find someone to go on the journey with. We feel scared as the future seems uncertain and you don’t know what’s out there.
Your own personal mug. It’s a necessity.
You don’t want the same life you lived before. But don’t try to be too different, don’t try to make your life the complete opposite of what it was before — you’ll drive yourself crazy.
I also think, unlike most cities, New York almost projects a certain lifestyle or “rite de passage” that should be followed.
Thank you America for having me.
Like an addict, I suffer from an illness and consider myself always in recovery.
Here are three steps that I’ve taken over the years to manage recurring clinical depression.
From the outside looking in, the USA advertises itself as treating everyone “equally” and not discriminating by race, religion, or cultural background. Just like any product, it’s not always as advertised.
I still have all of the notes my 5th grade classmates wrote before I left.
Your GPS will become your best friend but even still you will inevitably find yourself wondering where you are 9 times out of 10.