It's official, I have left my heart in New York. Glad to be home to see the few things here that I love but those are the only things that bring me comfort here. Realizing how this city is built on misery and struggle and unhappiness. Phoenix is just a pile of ash where things burn up and dissipate, nothing good is rising from it. I have had a week of magic, energy and excitement. Few times have I traveled somewhere that actually and truly felt like home. Williamsburg is still whispering my name and I can still hear its breath and smell its skin like it was yesterday. Like an old lover it has left every inch of me satisfied and yet yearning for more.

Every moment of my trip was incredible and was filled to the brim with adventure. Met some amazing people and some amazing places. From Serendipity to the Olive Tree, from the Grizzy Pear to the stranger who gave me his guitar and the cupcakes at the bar. From the streets of Manhattan to the rooftops to the waterfront in Brooklyn to the cafes to running late to job interviews to running into familiar faces at a distance in Greenpoint. New York watch out, I'm coming for you.

I am lost in the valley of a soft lull between the peaks of excitement and adventure. All is dark and all is calm and I am waiting. And I hate waiting.

I am in need of a ravisher.