I remember front stoops and kitchens. I remember Chicago and California. I remember sitting on the floor in the middle of the Brooklyn Bridge at midnight. I remember the living room on tulip avenue. I remember holding a friend as she cried in the middle of Penn Station. I remember barstools at Pianos. I remember dorm rooms lit by a single strand of Christmas lights. Sometimes there were bottles and cigarettes in hands, sometimes there was nothing. I remember almost the exact moments when you know you’ve made a strong connection with someone, when you know that you heard something from or saw a part of them that not everyone gets to see.
I got to sleep in this morning, I don’t have to go to work until late. I’m drinking hot apple cider, eating fruit, and I have dinner plans with some nice friends later. Feeling pretty content today.