I want to plant roots but I will do it gradually, I will do it for myself, and I will do it on my own terms.
You want to be home. “Home” is a feeling of belonging, of having your own little spot in the world.
And when we feel that life kind of finally belongs to us again, now that our children go to college or decided to take another year off to travel to other countries, now we just stay quiet on the porch of our house, watching the amazing twilight and we have plenty of time, so much plenty of time that we don’t need anymore.
But, most of all, I have learned that love has no language, and that the quicker humanity understands that, the quicker we will begin to understand each other.
And yet, New York, I love you. And I don’t mean that in the colloquial way, but in that ridiculous all-consuming inconvenient can’t live without you kind of way.
I just want you to know that I’ll always be here for you. Across different oceans, within different time zones, in cities I never even heard of, I’ll always be there for you. You’ll always have me.
“Americans greet each other in passing by saying, ‘How are you doing?’ without any care for a response.”
“I’m from Texas and travel to California for work. I was shocked by all the warning labels of everything that could give me cancer. The most surprising one was at Starbucks.”
You think that you have to.