Switching Gears.

After almost exactly 3.5 years, I'm back to my daily routine of taking the N train on 8th avenue. With every minute that passes, there's something that reminds me of what used to be. The earphones he bought for me, the straw for my coffee he never forgets, the bridge I now have to cross alone. I can't help but think of how people feel separating after 30+ years.

I hate songs that make me cry. Yet, there's a good feeling of crying and strangers around you acknowledge.

It's time for work. I switch gears to neutral because I have a 200 page checklist to complete by 10. Sigh.