My (Brief) Love Affair with New York Pt. 2

The Part Where Home Wasn’t Home Anymore

After the incident where I explosively left my job, I needed a reprieve from the madness of that city and the “Dominator” culture. I was tired of my little room that could only fit a twin sized bed and a small desk. I wanted room to breathe.

It was late October and the crisp autumn evenings were calling my name. The one thing I missed when I was in New York versus here was the early mornings in the autumn.