From what I posted, it sounded like the trip to New York wasn't all that and A chip even, but ofc it was. It was wonderful and restful and jampacked with silliness and wisdom and sex-e-ness and whatnot. I wish I could live in two places at once, I really do. It's like there are two lives for me to live, and I don't know which one I'm meant to persue... Or is there some possible way to combine the two?
It does feel good to know that people care for me even though they are far away. It's like a jewel tucked away in my sock-drawer, a secret to take out when things are dreary and kind of dull or just plain awful.
