Goodbye Bushwick. This is my room that I am leaving in a few weeks. When I moved here at the beginni

Goodbye Bushwick. This is my room that I am leaving in a few weeks. When I moved here at the beginning of 2019 I was freshly out of a very off and on (toxic for both of us) long term relationship. A month later the first person I ever loved died. And then a sibling who hadn’t talked to me since I was 18 when I was disowned by my family (they are in a cult which I left) surfaced briefly only to heartbreakingly ghost me.This is where I spent every night after work sitting in the dark in silence crying for a few months because I felt like I was floating in space, alone, when nothing made sense because everything was pain. But this was also where I gradually found myself and where I illuminated the room with light, art, and dance as the year progressed. And this was where I fell in love at the beginning of 2020 when I would spend nights listening to Philip Glass Etude no. 2 over and over again at my desk in bliss after our long distance never-ending conversations. And this was where I dealt with having Covid alone during 12 days of fever and terror. And this is where I recovered from Covid and started working out and dancing 4 days a week to to celebrate life. And this is where I played piano again for the first time in 15 years and felt like a huge piece of my soul was resurrected.This was my nothingness and my everything for a time. And I leave stronger, happier, transformed. Maybe it really was actually a cocoon. -- source link

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