One of my goals this year was to write in a journal regularly. Here's an entry from February 15, 2015.
  1. It's 4 a.m. in Brooklyn. The radiator is flickering. I can hear him tossing and turning. Did I make too much noise? I wonder what he's dreaming about.
  2. I'm finding it hard to fall asleep, especially in a stranger's apartment. He has kind eyes. I'm lucky he's letting me stay here.
  3. I feel excited about life again. The sense of newness feels foreign. I guess I've been stuck in a rut and needed to get away.
  4. Being in New York, so far, has allowed me to get out of my head space. Even though it's a temporary weekend situation everything feels right.