A quiet moment in New York
New York is as I remembered - noisy, irreverent, overpriced, and I love it. It’s hard to put into words my sense of belonging to this crazy town. But getting out of the cab, stepping foot in front of my Soho apartment, I couldn’t help but think this: It feels good to be home.
It feels even better when I take Rusty’s hand as we walk to dinner. My head is on his shoulder and it smells just as I remembered, mingled in the cold as it was when we first met. We cry a little. In that moment, for now, the city is quiet.