It was snowing. A lot. The missionaries came to help us move furniture into our Lower East Side 4th-floor walkup. Stanton Street. Loved it.
It snowed the rest of the night. A two-foot drift settled upon the streets and top-hatted the cars.
My lower back and quadriceps were very sore the next day.
I wandered the city. Instantly fell in love.
Found adventure everywhere.
Found every adventure.
Eventually found friends.
The kind I didn’t think I’d ever be able to make again since high school.
And opened my heart.
Then I had to leave.
Somewhere else now.
And I have to do it again.
How else am I going to survive?
How else am I going to be happy?