This was really brilliantly written. I’ve lived in NYC and left. All the nostalgia of it…I read and felt in your lines, because they were my lines, too. Nearly. I still return but it’s funny how places that once were home lose that feeling of home after you’ve decided to leave it. There is a knowing. A familiarity. But there is also an imaginary wall. Maybe it’s akin to seeing an ex-lover, sharing an acknowledging nod in an unexpected moment of crossing paths…. I wish you abundance in your next adventure. 😊
Thank you for taking the time to read and comment nice things! I agree. I think the concept of home is constantly shifting and changing, as our needs and wants grow and evolve :)
This was really brilliantly written. I’ve lived in NYC and left. All the nostalgia of it…I read and felt in your lines, because they were my lines, too. Nearly. I still return but it’s funny how places that once were home lose that feeling of home after you’ve decided to leave it. There is a knowing. A familiarity. But there is also an imaginary wall. Maybe it’s akin to seeing an ex-lover, sharing an acknowledging nod in an unexpected moment of crossing paths…. I wish you abundance in your next adventure. 😊
Thank you for taking the time to read and comment nice things! I agree. I think the concept of home is constantly shifting and changing, as our needs and wants grow and evolve :)