i told didi new york was like the abusive boyfriend who keeps beating the crap out of me
but i can’t leave him because the sex is too good.
then kim gave me a better analogy,
“california is like the cool, awesome aunt you sometimes visit and have fun with,
but new york is your hard-hitting dad, who you try so constantly to win approval from
and one pat on the back from him means the world. ”
but rain said it best,
“if you move home because you can’t make rent,
then you don’t belong in new york.”
and so here i am, hustlin’.
sometimes i build websites to feed the belly.
but right now,
i feel like i’m spending more time feeding the belly,
than feeding the soul.