Stockholm bound.

I'm at the airport right now, about to leave New York. When I try to write about leaving here it just turns into a big mess. It's not about leaving a city that I love and that I want to be in. It's not about that at all. It's about one person who turned these three months into something much more than just a quarter away. And when I think about the fact that I don't know when I'll see him again, I swear I can barely breathe.

Bye New York. It's been everything.