New York, New York
I’ve missed blogging. I walk the streets with my camera hanging heavy in my hands, but I know the city too well.
I’ve been back for 3 weeks. The streets reach up into my feet as I pound them endlessly, walking.
I love New York.
I LOVE New York.
To be home.
To know something so intimately.
But familiarity bleeds into numbness now.
I wonder if once you start moving, you can never stop.