Between buying a car, getting a job, unpacking and settling in, it's been fairly well. But on this dreary Sunday, I feel sad. 

I miss walking through the east village and up through flatiron and gramercy on Sunday mornings, latte in tow. It was my routine. I worked every Sunday. But enjoyed my morning walks. 

No one walks here. And everyone is obese. Ok, I'm just being mean. But whatever. 

I miss New York. It was my home. I made it my home. I went through hell and back during my time living there. I grew to feel so strongly about that city. 

And right before I left, of course, I meet someone. Someone who enjoys spending his days with me and showing me new things. Of course I meet him right before I move. Now what is going to become of it? Seemingly, and most likely, nothing. 

Life is so damn confusing. I moved to New York with all these dreams and goals in mind- and I accomplished many of them, but the long term dreams had changed- drastically. So now I'm back to square one, starting over. I'm back to the beginning, where I can choose to go anywhere again. Be anything. 

I'm feeling down about missing New York is all. Especially when I watch New York, I Love You on Netflix because I'm an emotional cutter. Stupid. 

Anyway, happy sunday.