This is not about my neighborhood or my city not caring about me, or having the audacity to change over time. The city can’t care about me or want me or miss me; it’s just a place…It’s made up of people who create and disappoint, who sometimes stay and sometimes move on, and don’t always care about what they leave behind.
from There Goes the Neighborhood by Jaya Saxena
Ever since I got back from vacation, I’ve been thinking about leaving NYC. I almost did it in March, with my former roommate, Liz, who I visited in Denver. She was never a city girl — she needed mountains and trees in a way that used to make me (secretly) roll my eyes, but since visiting, I’m starting to get it. Denver was like being a little kid again, when I used to go camping with my cousins each summer. I hiked and biked, went white water rafting, and spent a day running around barefoot in a park playing volleyball and ultimate frisbee. I like the feel of Denver. And even though I’m more of a beach-girl, I can see the allure of the mountains. (And also the allure of the breweries located in those mountains.)
christina tesoro 