the places to live

I am officially back. And what I mean is that I am officially back in Baltimore.

Adjusting to the move from NYC to Baltimore is harder than I expected. Moving to NYC was difficult. Everywhere the spaces are smaller. The supermarkets are tiny, the streets are tiny, my room was tiny. Everywhere there are people. So many people that you don't notice them. There is always something to do. To get anywhere you have to walk or take the subway or both. It's far more expensive.

Not Baltimore. Today I went to the supermarket. First, I had to drive there. I had to get into the car, adjust all of the mirrors, the seat and the stearing wheel. I had to find the right radio station. (Classic rock.) Once I got to the store, I had to park. I parked as far away as possible, to say away from where all the cars were. Finally - the store. There were so many aisles - so much space and so few people. I felt exposed, like everyone saw me. It was stressful, to say the least. And parallel parking once I was back home? Impossible. I had to call for help.

The good news? Now that I'm back home, I have time to do my writing and it's socially acceptable to wear sweatpants.

I'm going to be sentimental about the situation. I like and dearly miss NYC and know for a fact that I will be living there with the ones I love and living in an apartment with my own puppy and my own plants. Is that too much to ask, you think?

Only one year of college left. The last year will inevitably the hardest but then I get to live. I mean really live.