the keys

Today, I mailed the keys to my New York apartment back to New York. Back to my roommates who will be moving out this weekend, ending a tale that started a little over a year ago.

I went away for no real reason. It was so frivolous really. But I don't have any regrets. I look back sometimes, when someone mentions a restaurant I once knew in New York, when someone speaks of the vibrant energy in Manhattan. I was there. I took in those skyscrapers almost every day.

I'm poorer now, in bank account. I'm less a lot of clothes and shoes and material. But I'm so much more brave. I'm in a job that I have no experience doing and every day, I face my coworkers with the hope that we'll succeed together. And I let them watch me fall but not fail. What a difference a letter makes. Letters are the keys to telling a story and I'm proud of mine.