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It’s snowing. And I couldn’t be happier to be home and watching Sex and the City in my big blue room in Queens. I attempted to meet a friend at a party tonight but ended up at a Manhattan address instead of the correct Brooklyn address. Classic. That hasn’t happened to me in ages. I laughed, and took my ass home. When I got off the R train the snow was really coming down. I stopped by the deli to stock up on seltzers for the night and my deli guy gave me a free Milky Way. Warmed my heart. All seemed right with the world. As I walked the few blocks from the deli to my apartment I thought to myself that one of the reasons I love living in Queens so much is because I know my ex is here too. No, it’s not the reason I  moved to this borough but… I have to admit it’s a comfort of sorts, that not too far away he’s living his life, with his cat, breathing air. Life goes on. It makes me cry, really. There is nothing I can do but keep going on too, as an Enya song plays in my heart. <3