my new biography.
Every night I have a dream where I am sitting on the roof in Brooklyn, NYC skyline in sight, I’m with my two best friends, laughing and talking about our days. Every single night, same dream, only our days are always different because the dialogue between us three is different, but same setting. Different clothes, too.
Talk about your soul going where it’s meant to be.
It so happens that after many of my awesome, immersive social experiences, I feel even emptier because I realize how little these people know me and how far I would have to go for things here to be like things back home. These friendships are more and more important, but they can’t rival what I left, not for a long time.
These are my exact feelings about living in Seattle. NYC is having a tugging at me every day, mocking me with things I’ve left behind that Seattle couldn’t hold a candle to, as much as I want it to.
You are in the seat beside me
You are in my dreams at night
You are in grandmother’s wisdom
You are in grandfather’s charm