flirting with an ex
i spent the weekend with my favorite ex. NYC that is, my ex-home. i’ve been feeling a little weird lately when i go there on tour and this time around i came to the conclusion that it’s because NYC for me feels much like an ex-boyfriend. i’m intimately familiar with it: its complicated beauty, its cozy nooks, its dark corners, its everyday smells and all the silly little things about it that used to make me happy but at some point started driving me crazy. on some level i still care about it, but it is completely indifferent to me. it doesn’t welcome me home into its arms anymore. that makes me a little sad but even so, NYC is still by far my favorite ex.