As I was walking back home from lower east side tonight, it hit me. Passing by Max Fish, Piano, Orchard, Stanton, Avenue A, Rivington, the homeless on 7th and A, the punks on St Marks and A, I realized:
I’m leaving new york. Boom, in 10 days I’m gone.
Wow, with all the troubles renting my apartment, preparing my move, my departure from Air France, my plans for the coming months and calculations reg. my budget, I guess I didn’t realize what was about to happen: I’m leaving New York, the city I love, the city I dreamed to live in as a kid, the city I’ve lived the longest time in since I work, …
5 years just flew by, and walking home tonight, I saw myself at every intersection of my life in New York. 5 years, 260 weeks, as much time coasting down Avenue A or B, Stanton, Ludlow, Allen, Rivington. As an intern, young and dumb, as an employee, heart broken, joyful, in love, sad, with a camera, with friends, with dreams, without. 5 years.
The wine might make this post sound quite tacky and cheesy, but this is my second-to-last week end in New York, and it just hit me now. This is gonna be tough…
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how i can understand and feel what you mean, it’s heartbreaking :(
but, you’ll live on those years, they are part of you, and nyc will for ever be “your home” …
enjoy the last days, don’t be sad and regret, NYC will always be there for you, it’s just a “goodbye”
<3
mum