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.
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
“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.