“You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place, like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you’ll never be this way again.” – Azar Nafisi
Currently freezing in New Hampshire after a whirlwind week of moving out and going to Mexico and coming back to start classes. I often wonder why I am so addicted to leaving – there’s not a place I’ve been to (for more than a few days) that I did not want to leave by the end. I think it’s because I’m forced to acknowledge reality while I’m physically in a place, but when I leave my natural optimism only remembers the good things and that place at that time and me at that time become a perfect dream. And so we are perfectly reborn over and over when we leave.
In other news, I’m very excited to share my trip to Mexico with you!
At last I rear my errant head here, on my last week in the City. At least I am a more frequent Instagrammer. Went here with Jake on the last weekend in February, fulfilling my dream to go see the Brooklyn (and Manhattan!) Bridge at sunset. I am waxing poetic now that I’m leaving, but in truth New York is crowded and busy and overpriced and sometimes when walking in Midtown or Uptown I feel swallowed up by concrete. Which I guess is why finding wonderful, peaceful spots like this one (or coffee shops with room to sit) is such a pleasure. Looking at it from afar, New York is really so impressive, so concentrated and beautiful in its bid to touch the sky. The city has taught me so much about sangria and food and life in general and I’m glad I’ll get to explore it more when I return in the summer, but for now I want to stop feeling rushed and go home to the relative emptiness of Maine and New Hampshire.
Hope you all had a lovely weekend!