Journal Entry #7: NYC, Past Lovers, Forgiving Myself, And Seasons Of Change

“As I am maturing as a woman that season of my life is no more. Right now I crave solace, safety, home-cooked meals, early bedtimes, quiet neighborhoods, stability, self-discovery, more safety, and peace.”

I was scrolling through Instagram when I landed on some beautiful visuals of New York City. I decided to click the profile and through every post my feelings of nostalgia grew stronger.

I walked on this same street! I strolled through this neighborhood! I thought to myself.

New York City feels like a persistent lover you can’t let go of. No matter how much progress you’ve made in moving on they always seem to draw you back in, right? Like why the fuck are you so irresistible?!

Once you’ve lived in NYC it will always be a part of you, guaranteed. This city definitely has a small piece of my heart, and no matter how much I talk shit about the rats that accompany you on your way home from work, the chain smokers puffing nicotine on your clean face as early as 8 AM, the 7 foot high piles of trash that line the sidewalks, and the anxiety-attack-inducing monstrosity more famously known as the subway I secretly believe it all adds to the trifling seductiveness that is the concrete jungle.