Time flies, and we’re only here for the blink of an eye. This Monday it suddenly felt like I have too little time left in New York. I have less than 4 weeks left here now. And though I’m already prepared to go back in that much time, a part of me wants to stay here a little longer. It would upset me if I have to stay here longer at this point though. I’ve already planned going back and I don’t like it when things don’t go according to plan because then I have to make new plans.
I could live here, someday. I don’t think there’s many places I could say that about. The only reason I won’t be able to live here is because I can’t leave my entire life behind and start over. Starting over sounds like an exciting idea but it’ll be harder than it seems. If I could take some of the important things and some people with me, then that would be a different story.
I don’t really have much to say today. I’m sleep deprived. My clothes have been lying in the dryer for days, there’s more stuff on the floor of my room than on the table and everything’s a mess. And I couldn’t care less to clear it up because in just a little while I’ll have to pack it all up into suitcases.