You know what I miss about Albany?
I miss living in a hip neigherborhood where I still thought everyone was an idiot but there was good food, friendly people and a park we could stroll in just two blocks away.
I miss being isolated and having an excuse for remaining that way. We dodged so much and spent time pursuing each other instead. I miss locking myself in that little den in the front of the house and writing like mad while going through 2 pots of coffee and an endless amount of ramen noodles.
I miss waking up and sitting on the stoop outside having a cigarette while reading literature and watching the world hustle by. I miss watching people trying to squeeze their cars into spots I knew and they knew they couldn’t possible fit.
I miss the smell of burnt coffee grounds in the early morning.
I miss taking long ridiculous walks to just grab a video or eat some chinese and talking about our future, our lives, our politics. I miss standing in that bathroom and watching you dry yourself after a shower.
I miss that, I miss the tenderness and the time we had to languish in it.
But I wouldn’t change a goddamn thing today either.