Every day I hate New York a little more. When I’ve previously hated new cities it’s because I admittedly didn’t give them a chance; I assumed my emotions were law and didn’t question anything. This round as before, every time I brave a conversation about how I’m feeling I’m met with an unwanted chorus of how great a place this is and how many people would be jealous that I live here. Here’s the catch: I’m making this particular decision with nearly a decade’s worth of additional maturity, with precision clarity regarding my priorities and goals, and this city cannot fulfill me in those ways. I’m sorry to all the go-getters and Positive Pollys out there but I can’t get home soon enough.
We go back to California for summer starting May 20. In anticipation, here’s some recently developed film from last summer in Santa Cruz.
