My first couple of weeks back in New York have been heart-heavy and confusing. I’ve gone from months where I spent most of my time in sunny solitude, to suddenly being thrown into the chaos of being a 21-year-old, whatever that means. There have been times when my heart has been torn to bits, and others when it feels like it’s filled with all the love and joy in the world. I’ve hardly slept alone. I live with an angel. At first it all threatened to be too much, but somehow through all the mess I found the same sort of magic I had here before. I rediscovered that these people are my family, and this is my home.