Happiness is such a luxury, let me tell you.
I have found it in the touching buildings and inch-separated, parallel parked cars that line my morning walk from 2nd Ave to Ave A, in the car honks and ambulance sirens that have become my white noise to fall asleep to, in the breath of fresh, startlingly cold air breathed after pulling my heavy ass front door open to this new reality I am blessed to experience.
There’s a buzz when you find energy that meets your own, and you cannot help but smile. I smile all the time. I cannot imagine a moment of ever not smiling.
It’s crazy —
This community. This life. This everything.
It’s a high of non-stop movement. This city runs its own clock, and it’s fast. I spend so much time walking and doing and being. My calendar is packed back to back to take in as much as possible, and still there seems to be no time at all. No time to explore all the (only) two by 10 mile grid I get to call home.
I often think about how grateful I am to learn to love again, because this city holds my favorite relationship yet. Cheers to our 49th day together, nyc. Here’s to many more.
brittany given. 