Different Versions of Herself
She grew up in a pre-war apartment.
The kind with high ceilings, hardwood floors, old radiators, and windows that seemed impossibly tall when she was a little girl.
Back then, she didn’t know the words “architectural character” or “historic charm.”
She just knew it felt like home.
Life eventually took her everywhere else.
College.
California.
Different cities.
Different zip codes.
Different versions of herself.
For years, she thought she was searching for a place to live.
What she was really searching for was a feeling.
And then one day she came home to New York.
She walked past the same tree-lined streets.
The same brick buildings.
The same archways and stonework she had admired as a child.
And something inside her became very still.
Some dreams are about becoming.
Others are about returning.
Returning to yourself.
Returning to your roots.
Returning to the places that shaped you before the world told you who you were supposed to be.
All these years later, she still wants the same thing:
A pre-war apartment.
A peaceful life.
A city she loves.
And a place that feels like home when she walks through the front door.
The older she gets, the more she realizes that success isn’t always found somewhere new.
Sometimes it’s found in finally coming back.
🖤🏙️✨
