Sometimes I really miss the old neighborhood. I miss the way our apartment was put together, the feeling of being settled. We've lived in this apartment for a year and a half, and I still feel like we haven't fully moved in.
Of course, then I remind myself of the kitchen and the bathroom and the lack of doors, and I realize that living in our studio at this stage in life would be an insane challenge. But it was great while it lasted.
"But when she stepped off the train in New York, her plain little face looked beautiful for a moment, as if the future were opening before her and its glow were already upon her forehead, as if she were eager and proud and ready to meet it..."