I know I’m not in the city I love, the city that makes sense for me. I’m completely out of sorts in this town, and knowing there’s somewhere else that you belong and you just aren’t there can be incredibly frustrating and heartbreaking. But every once in awhile I get this beautiful clarity of remembering there’s a reason I came here. As with every place, there are a million worlds contained in this city. I’ve been fortunate enough to catch glimpses of the one I need to get to, it’s just up to me to do the rest.
And anything that doesn’t fit in that world, you know, it’s not worth it. It’s just not.