For some, holidays are usually the happiest time of the year. For some, it's the most lonesome mind-boggling time laden with guilt, despair and ruminating over the past. I'm kind of in between.
There's been so much stress and life-changing decisions lately. My parents' move, court hearings, losing my apartment of two years and moving to a new place. How the hell did I end up here, I ponder?
I've been in and out of a series of tumultuous relationships this year. A strange TV-producer cohabitating with his parents faraway from Manhattan, a slightly deranged Astoria-tethered high school teacher from Washington, as well as my memories of the Summer 2014 disaster.
I, sometimes, wonder, what would happen next? I've spent the past couple of month traveling back and forth between New York and Puerto Rico, enjoying the ocean and getting back to the everlasting loneliness this city has to offer. But I refuse to give up, because I feel 2017 will be full of love, opportunities, and something to look forward to.
