I crammed a weekend of NYC adventure into less than 24 hours.
Snuck off onto a train last night after work. Stayed in the hipsteriest hotel one could have picked. It called itself NYC's most Instagrammable spot. So I took selfies.
It wasn't supposed to be sideways, but I like it.
I didn't sleep much. That might be why my emotions are going into insanityland today.
This morning I had a lovely quiet breakfast with a friend, and went to a job interview. They gave me homework, and they said I basically had the job if I could do that homework.
Which would mean then that I would move to New York City.
And I would leave the life I took 10 years to create here. A job I hate, yes. But friends I love. A boy I love.
I thought I was ready to do all that. But the second I walked back into my apartment, I burst into tears. I don't know if those tears were because I was depressed or overwhelmed or sleep-deprived or maybe everything? It is Pride weekend here. This is my favorite weekend in the city. Everyone walking around is beautiful and vibrant and joyfully expressing.
Meanwhile I watched Anthony Bourdain and sobbed.
And that's how the day has gone.