I remember leaning my head out in the wind, while driving along the high cliffs, day dreaming over turquoise seas of Amalfi.
I wondered about living off a lighthouse nearby and writing about the people from up high.
What I imagined their lives to be like, their hopes, their loves.
It’s probably why I fell for pretending to be a thousand personalities but longed for a place to belong to all at the same time. My parents believe the best gifts you give are trips to see the world and that’s what we did. I say they instilled in us a wonder for people and lust for places near and far.
How fitting that I would end up in a city like New York. Where one can pry, and disappear, all at the same time.
Image by Mike Perkins