I have learned these past few days that just because I'm finding myself a bit changed doesn't mean I have to completely shed my skin and restart my life. There is no BC or AD about my life in NYC. I accept that everything is a juxtaposition, an oxymoron, a beautiful green park dwarfed by massive metallic skyscrapers, the gorgeous smell of a fresh flower market cut off by the less-than-desirable smell of that nearby dumpster, a bedroom that is ready to be finished save for that last box waiting to be unpacked, clothes to be folded and put away until next winter. Life is tricky, but we'll never stop learning. Never stop questioning. Never stop trying to figure out who we are. And maybe that's okay. For now.
|Photo taken at Bryant Park on a lunch break|