July. 18 2021
It has now been a little over a year since I last lived in New York. I remember the night I packed up my room, calling my mom in tears at 4 AM and hoping she would answer. But after a year it all seems so distant, so blurry. Sometimes I worry I will have become sensitive to the sound of sirens or that I won’t enjoy the taste of midnight Halal. I wonder if I am, or ever was a real New Yorker. But when I thumb through my old film, I can’t help but feel a longing to return… home. And I truly hope to return home soon, my friends.