My musings while wandering through Philly and NYC.
You know that moment when you are descending from the clouds and looking at the vast world spread out beneath you, thinking about how small you are in comparison, wondering if you have made all the right decisions leading up to this point, all while a sad song plays in the background through your EarPods? That was this moment.
Perfection.
i remember the time
we woke up early
and drove to the river
to see the sunrise
and i remember the time
we drove to the beach
to watch the sunset
-sunset
One night, Kari and I sat on her bed and listened to the song "Eastside" three times in a row and I cried a lot.
I like this photo because, even though my lips are squiggled into a crooked smile, my stance seems to be one of power.
I sat on a bench on The High Line for a couple hours, reading and waiting for Mara to get off of work so we could go to dinner together. Hundreds of people passed by - couples, families, friends - holding hands, snapping photos, chatting about their day. The scenery around me kept changing. New visitors would share the bench with me every so often. The weather became colder. But I kept reading. At one point, I noticed the air become still. No footsteps or casual conversation. No camera phone shutters. I looked around and The High Line was clear.
According to Meyers-Briggs I am an extrovert, but there was something about that moment that was so cathartic. On my own, but not lonely. Safe. Happy. And everything is okay.
Dinner with Mara at a rooftop garden fairyland. Though we can only see each other every so often and live thousands of miles apart, some things will never change.
This is Kari. A light in my life. One of a kind. A true friend.
"I have declared my independence!"
Independence Hall
Philadelphia, PA
September 21, 2018.
