Learning to sleep in.

 

After almost two weeks of being in New York, I’m learning to sleep in.

She is such a vibrant city;
fast-paced, colourful, hyperactive, addictive.
I’m slowly peering out from under my shell
but keeping it on for warmth and shelter from the unknown.

For now.

I like to listen to people on the subway.
I’m an extra in a movie as I eavesdrop
on babes from The Bronx talking about their cheating men
and how they’ll catch them out on Facebook.

We live on rice crackers and free wine
and sleep on a thin single mattress
We will look back on this era as being
the good times.

We try to cherish the (un)comfort.

Most days, I carry a pendant around my neck
with a note in it written by a dear friend on blood red paper
which says…
 “Just a little reminder that you are loved by loads of people everywhere,
even if we aren’t close by you are always in our thoughts.”

You are always in mine.

 

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