He moved in today, a first for both of us. I loved seeing the book case fully stocked with his haughty titles. I have to remind myself it’s not pretend. They look better up there than my books, anyway. He was never very courteous about how much he claimed of mine. It started in 2014 …
Life and love are complicated. Nonlinear. Labyrinthine. Nonsensical. That's what I learned this year.
I've been lectured to so much about what it's like to be in your 20s, and my 22nd year has probably proved all the lessons true.
They say you're not a New Yorker until you've cried in a crowded car. Perhaps instead it becomes a part of your identity when you define yourself by red, yellow and green lines and numbered street names.