🏙 ten years ago, I moved to nyc 😌 it’s been 🔟 beautiful years of contemplating love, faith, happiness, integrity and (the ever elusive) purpose. I’m honoring the occasion full xanga style, and sharing some completely *unedited* journal excerpts over the past decade (grammar sticklers beware). my earnestness makes me cringe...and yet, it is the thing that has kept me from becoming a ratty, cynical, (hot) version of myself I know I could have been. I have been searching for truth and meaning all my life. it’s my connection to remembering we are part of something much larger then ourselves. like some new yorkers, I have ♡︎loved♡︎ and hated (truly) living in this city, but in this polarity I’ve bloomed as an artist, grown in my queerness, and found friendship in the most unexpected places. I even found love. :) When I was younger it felt like the search for meaning was inevitably solitary, your own comforting melancholy. And the loneliness was enjoyable at times, romanticized even. but now it’s clear that the next ten years will be about creating belonging, letting people know they are not alone in their wandering, in their fears, their insecurities, and that we heal and evolve through relation with one another. we are lifted when we find community that sees us, and without having done a single thing radically accepts us for who we are. ...names have been blacked out :)