Day 4 of Living Back Home: I’ve done it. I’ve gone and left New York. I thought I’d be more upset, have that anxious pit in my stomach- not about leaving the city, nor about starting over – but about living back at my parent’s house. Did I not tell you about this? It was […]

A week or so again, on a rainy Wednesday evening in Manhattan, I met my friend Sid for a cocktail. It’d been months since I’d seen Sid, yet the moment she breezed behind me, taking her seat on the stool next to me, it was just like it always was- like walking into a familiar […]