Lately I keep thinking about leaving NY. Last night, I dreamed of moving to London. I'm guessing it is mostly related to feeling terribly lonely and poor in New York, plus the guilt of leaving my mom alone while all of this is happening with my dad is nearly killing me.
Oddly, even though my father is dying and being around them was stressful and sad, I felt relatively anti-depressed in Ann Arbor, which I guess has to do with being around my mom, one of the few people who I know really cares about me.
Sometimes I feel like the only reason I stay in NY is because it is NY, but is that enough anymore?
I feel like I am in love with a city where no one loves me....
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