It sounds like an Eat, Pray, Love cliché to travel abroad and “find” yourself, but there’s some truth to the statement.
I giggled at your frankness.
Mom agreed to meet us and I made all the travel arrangements.
It’s made me think about how much of love is based on environment. There are many dates I never went on because I couldn’t bring myself to leave my house in that weather, or that neighborhood.
The day before I left for college, I sat in the parking lot of a nearby beach with the windows of my Jeep rolled down, trying to mentally bottle the sound of seagulls and Van Morrison and lobster traps being dragged along coral-covered docks.
Married women will rehash accounts of their weddings. Listen to them. Their cheeks will be flushed.
Dating someone in a different borough seems easy enough at first, but soon enough, you’ll come to think of it as something akin to a long-distance relationship.
The “greatest city on earth” isn’t New York. It’s whatever city that makes you feel the best, the most comfortable, the most satisfied with this world.
No one really talks about Brooklyn. The weeks spent dealing with bed bugs, the meaningless sex that is offered to “us” beautiful people every night of the week and alcohol that flows as liberally as NYC tap water.
Things don’t close. You are never wanting for a place to give your inebriated or starving self food at 5am.