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when you live in new york for any extended period of time, the city becomes a major part of how you define yourself. and i am having a lot of trouble giving that up.
sometimes i feel like i have reverted back to how i used to be pre-new york. it's like it all happened in a weird dream state, or it never happened at all.
i really really don't want to loose those two years, but i'm afraid things didn't have time to cement because i left prematurely.
it's the same way i felt when i moved to college initially. i tend to uproot my life at times when it doesn't really make sense to do so. most people move when they get sick of a place; apparently i move when i am completely happy, which just makes me feel like i can't get closure.
it does not help that nostalgia is my middle name.
more and more i am beginning to think there is no such thing as a concrete ending. finality is an illusion.
too many things, too many things.
sometimes i feel like i have reverted back to how i used to be pre-new york. it's like it all happened in a weird dream state, or it never happened at all.
i really really don't want to loose those two years, but i'm afraid things didn't have time to cement because i left prematurely.
it's the same way i felt when i moved to college initially. i tend to uproot my life at times when it doesn't really make sense to do so. most people move when they get sick of a place; apparently i move when i am completely happy, which just makes me feel like i can't get closure.
it does not help that nostalgia is my middle name.
more and more i am beginning to think there is no such thing as a concrete ending. finality is an illusion.
too many things, too many things.