A beautiful short film about life in New York City via quyenhuynh
I haven’t found the words yet for the fact that for 5 years we have lived with this seed of hope that we would someday get to live here. It started as an inkling - a “wouldn’t that be great someday” kind of thing. And left unattended, grew into an unruly patch of dandelions, fragile and multiplying. This chronic season of desire. We’d lose our way talking about it in the dark, already in bed, sinking into pillows, circling around this thing, this Future thing from Columbus or Chicago. It quietly made its way onto the list of ‘musts:’ to make it here when we could do it right for him, to make it here as soon as we could by me. It became the kind of thing where nothing else could satisfy. And if it didn’t work we didn’t know what exactly we’d do with this harbored aspiration, the pit of wondering if it would ever happen, or at the right time.
And then it did. We left for Australia in April with the idea of a new job, two weeks later he came back to the prospect of one, two months later we got the word, two weeks after that we had picked up and moved. So suddenly in fact it still catches me off guard sometimes to see the Chrysler arriving on the skyline when I look uptown or the cabs coursing over the bridges and arteries of this place. We are here.
And it is better than they say. More alive and more normal, more difficult and more worth it. Call me a wide-eyed Midwesterner, call me whatever you like, but I have never felt more at home and if we never have to, I don’t know that we ever will leave.
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