Back in Brooklyn

It’s good to be back. Although it’s strange to say “back,” because it feels like I never left. I’m in my old place. But it feels like my current place, only some strange girl’s stuff is in my room. And I have to keep reminding myself that I actually have another apartment in San Francisco.

I really love it here. And I love it in San Fran too. Ah, to be bicoastal.

Here is my visual representation of what I would like my life to be: