The Big Apple was always my North Star.
When I was 22, I wanted to move there, live in a tiny garret, write poetry. I wanted to dwell in cafes. I wanted to eventually get into an MFA program there. Instead I moved first to Nebraska to work as a wire editor, then to the San Francisco Bay Area where I pounded away at my work and made something of it.
I just cried so hard. I found a MetroCard and sobbed.
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