On a rooftop in Brooklyn, where the Manhattan skyline should be clearly pronounced, is a sheet of misty fog.
This late-April morning is welcoming of a new perspective on my life in New York. Different from 12 hours ago. I'm searching for so much meaning in my being here...and the fastest five months of my life just went by.
What will today look like for me? Will I make choices to improve myself and grow closer to my true self? Will I have a moment in my head where I make more sense of all of this?
Although this white sky reminds me of the Northwest, it is also a blank canvas for me to create a new drawing.
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