I had a rad weekend in NYC. Got here last Wednesday and am leaving today, sitting in JFK waiting for my delayed flight now.
I came out to decompress after getting laid off last month and that I did. I’m also on a journey discovering my sexuality and I decided this weekend was when I was gonna find a boy to kiss for the first time, and that I did. And I enjoyed it a lot! Wasn’t like an epiphany or anything, but was def good.
Went out and went hard every night and I’m absolutely exhausted now in the most pleasant way. A dozen bagels in my bag, some souvenirs for the people I care about the most, and lots of good memories coming home with me.