today i headed out of my mother’s house early and met up with shira on 28th street, grabbed her keys, and hit her apartment. i was joined by diana and jozelle; while shira ran around, i hung out with diana and jo, and once they abandoned me, i wrote 4,000 words of story.
i wish i was on vacation all the time.
i miss my cats, though.
my feelings about new york are so complicated. i was so homesick for being here… until i stepped onto the subway. but then i hit the east village, and felt homesick again.
apparently someone in shira’s building is selling her apartment for $495,000; if i had the $50,000 for the down payment, and could ever be approved for a mortgage, i would jump on that shit so fast. i was just thinking this morning that i would love to live in the east village. technically this is alphabet city; i don’t care. this is the part of new york i love, the part of new york that still seems so organic.
brooklyn pride aside, this neighborhood is my favorite.
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