Piece of Shit #19

I want to go home...

On May 30th, I left New York for what was suppossed to be 3 months of revitilization and writing in Florida. I knew that three months away from home would be tough to swallow after awhile and I was right. In truth it only took a few weeks to pine for my bed and city. I moved to New York in March 2005 and shortly after that I knew it would be a very long time, if ever, before I called another city home. Despite that my last two years in the city have been some of the hardest of my life, my affection for the Big Apple hasn't wained. In the last two years I lost more friends to suburbs and hometowns than ever before. In 2009 alone 8 good friends called it quits with NY. Being that the city serves as such a transitional spot for so many really took it's toll on me. I started to feel that I could never make good long term friends because the city would ulitmately take them away from me. But when more and more people starting to leave I found those friends that loved New York as much as I do. I found those friends who dream about raising a family in Brooklyn the way I do and can't imagine going back to a place that doesn't embrace life and culture the way New York does. In a weird way it's made me fall in love with the city even more. If you move to New York in your 20's and you make it to your 30's you finally start to see that the city loves you just as much as you love it. And that is a true New York love story...