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I adore this place.
I adore the gross-smelling streets.
I adore the late subways.
I adore the humidity (ok, not so much, but I can handle it!!)
I adore the skylines at dusk.
I adore my teeny bedroom.
I adore my huge bathroom.
I adore reading on the subway.
I adore walking through random streets in Manhattan.
I adore every street I've stepped foot on in Brooklyn.
I adore NYC happy hours.
I adore rooftops.
I adore food delivery.
I adore flea markets.
I adore confusing subways at 3 am on Saturday nights when I'm drunk.
I adore the Q train going over the Manhattan Bridge.

I love my life... more that I could have possibly expected. I'm not intimidated; I'm not scared. I'm well-adjusted. I'm making friends. I understand the subways.

And I'm in serious danger of losing my newfound bliss. I still don't have a job and if I don't find one soon, I'm going back to CA with my tail between my legs. I'm terrified to lose this heaven I've built for myself.

More than anything, I just don't want to leave.