In fifth grade, I found out that we were officially moving to Long Island. Part of me eagerly anticipated living in a house with a staircase and a grassy backyard. Yet, I was also overcome with worry about leaving the only place I’ve known. I was 10 years-old when I was diagnosed with chronic heartburn due to stress.
At 26, I’m not ready to be married yet, but I find many in the Midwest who are.
Maybe that’s what New York has done for me all these years; It makes me small. Each day I grow into the bubble of my egocentricity, and each night, I’m punctured and deflated again, relieved.
Colin is a lustful, failed writer living with his boyfriend Rudolfo in Astoria, Queens; he’s also a 9-to-5-er at Heller, Heller, & Hah, an esteemed insurance brokerage firm in a tall brass tower on Park Avenue.
In this chilling thriller, Jesse Ryder wakes up in government agency that is testing on humans. Implanting MTAGs into everyone’s arm was their idea of a “perfect world.”
Even New York is not above the elements.
Life here just feels inherently more beautiful. Is that the snobbiest thing to say, or what?
Calling my time in New York a failure because it ended would make about as much sense as calling a long plane ride a failure because the plane eventually landed.
You’re the salad shop that Canada deserves.
I resented the city that had once seemed like everything to me.