I fell out of Love with NY once. And so I went away, to Ghana. And thought, every day, of NY. And then I went to Korea. And Togo. Bali too. Everywhere I went, I thought of NY. Every time I came home to visit my old lover, people stopped me on the streets and in the subway to tell me that I looked so happy. Radiant, I believe, is the word that they used. Policemen welcomed me HOME. Bartenders bought me drinks. Taxi drivers turned off their meters. Clearly, the city was seducing me.
And so I decided it was time to give this love another chance.
It's comforting to know that some loves will give you the space to stretch and grow, explore who you are, experience other lovers, and still welcome you in with open arms.
New York is a different city now; I am a different girl. And still, I have fallen in love all over again. Just like this post says I would.
Erin Michelle Threlfall
Artist, Activist, and Educator, Erin is the mother of a budding genius in his 13th year of study. Erin and her little man, Edem, have a plan to investigate world Theater and influence education one continent at a time. Ghana, South Korea, Togo, Bali, and US have been checked off the list of places to live; these days they call Switzerland home.