Posted May 22, 2010 /
Friday night was my last in New York, so after some tearful goodbyes I took a cab over the Brooklyn Bridge by myself. I cranked Cat Power way up on my iPod and swiveled my neck to watch the Manhattan skyline fading behind me. Due to the humidity and the onset of spring, the air was sweeter than it usually is in the city. It was 1am and I was in a cab to Brooklyn to see a friend and it was my last night in New York and for a handful of minutes I felt 18 again. Feeling 18 is the same as feeling overwhelmed with possibility, as if there is light coming from your fingertips and sparks erupt with the lightest touch. On the bridge I watched the blinking lights fade and I sobbed uncontrollably. It just seemed like something I needed to do.