Hello Harlem
Even in the dark… there’s still light. The quality is horrible, my camera died, so I was forced to take it with the phone.. This peach is forcing herself to stay in the rotten apple. This is home. Its a matter of me making it feel like home. Atlanta is my comfort zone, and I have been running back to it, because I can..
Rude welcome to NYC:
26 Degrees and windy: Check [Hell is gonna be cold to me]
Skully not knowing what snow is: Check [ funny as hell watching her skip around on it]
Struggling to get my luggage into the building + trying to adjust to walking in the snow: Frustrating but Check
Walking to the corner store at 1am, slipping on the sleet, and bustin my ass: Priceless
Welcome to Harlem. If I can make through the winter.. Im not leaving.
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