longer letter later
Six days, three hours, and thirteen minutes until I'm done with my first year of college.
Nine days, twenty three hours, and thirteen minutes until I'm back in Massachusetts.
i'm glad that i'm worrying about all of the loose ends i have to tie before i leave manhattan, all telling me that i finally love it here. but i didn't need anything to tell me that; i'm pretty saturated, i'm liking. those strange third-person wind-hit broadway crosswalk moments of awareness follow me around most every day.
i'd like to stay. i've got my momentum. but untied ends are following me home. it's like the city giving me something to remember it by, or me giving it my state ID, promising i'll be back.
i'll be back- i could decorate a christmas tree with this chain of good days.
Nine days, twenty three hours, and thirteen minutes until I'm back in Massachusetts.
i'm glad that i'm worrying about all of the loose ends i have to tie before i leave manhattan, all telling me that i finally love it here. but i didn't need anything to tell me that; i'm pretty saturated, i'm liking. those strange third-person wind-hit broadway crosswalk moments of awareness follow me around most every day.
i'd like to stay. i've got my momentum. but untied ends are following me home. it's like the city giving me something to remember it by, or me giving it my state ID, promising i'll be back.
i'll be back- i could decorate a christmas tree with this chain of good days.