i was homeless......

Today often feels like a somber day because of September 11.
Seven years ago I felt lost and afraid that all my belongings were destroyed.
I couldn't go home for months after that... and the feeling of having no home in manhattan was the worst feeling in the world.

The Manhattan core is the only place in the USA where I feel at ease.
Everyone knows by now that LA just gives me anxiety and I can't afford xanax.

In the months after 9-11, I wasn't a very happy person and I was subject to living in outer queens and spanish harlem (upper manhattan).

Spanish harlem just ain't my style. I prefer downtown manhattan.. where i can walk to soho aimlessly and appreciate the cobble stone streets and have that nice settling feeling that I'm downtown.

Today I'm remembering that feeling of uneasiness, lament, despair..
and I really miss being in my old apartment.
Because at heart, I'm a girl from tribeca..
and I'll never forget that.

I really miss tribeca a lot. It's days like this where I feel like I need to be in my old apartment.
Sometimes I sit in my current apartment and wonder how I ended up in the new york equivalent of leicester square.