on new york

I took the bus to New York, and as I saw the familiar brownstones, Harlem projects and crowds of passers-by, I felt I was coming home. It is funny and incredible how New York accepts a person without question, a talent that I am still trying to acquire myself. "If you can navigate my numbered streets without getting completely confused when West 4th Street intersects West 11th Street, if you can drag your laundry down five flights of stairs and across the street to the laundromat and back up again, if you can find your way through Times Square without killing a tourist, if you can find a family here despite my transience" New York seems to say, "you can call me home." I don't know if I felt this way because I missed New York, or that I haven't quite found the voice of Boston/Cambridge/Somerville, but needless to say, it was a good feeling. In short, New York was a blur of bubble tea, Thai, wonderful friends (my lovely R., C., M. and J.) , brunch, Zach Williams and Buffalo Exchange. I couldn't have asked for anything more.