A long-awaited wedding comes and goes, a late night with a view of lower Manhattan sparkling across the waters. For the first time in a long time, you feel no emptiness, no twinge of unanswerable questions. You return to the island at peace, make your way through throngs of tourists and let yourself catch up in a strange midtown apartment. It feels bare, until you walk past a window and see the Chrysler Building reflected in a building across the street. This beacon you've loved since you first set foot on these shores, this reminder of all you've done to be here.
You spend the weekend recovering, a whirlwind of a week behind you and impossible to grasp how much can fit into just a few hours. A holiday season awaits, now, a time of joy and closeness with people you chose.
When you look back on this year one day, I hope you will remember its joy. How you chose a hundred adventures and each one felt only like choosing something and not like losing something else. One day you will have to close doors in order to walk through another, but not now, not yet. For now, you are picking cherries and running away with the star trail.
For now you are a dream
come true.
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