brooklyn
my partner and i spent new year’s eve in brooklyn with a friend we met years ago via world of warcraft. most of the days spent there were in a state of pure cozy—thick, warm socks, soft pants, and warm sweaters were the “dress code”—and it was the nourishment i needed.
the “to be loved is to be known” quote kept running through my head this week, and i’ve always struggled with it because it only ever tells you what it is and not what it’s like. the other night, there was a eureka moment while sitting on my friend’s couch, and it finally clicked. in those moments being known feels like a wide, open space has opened within myself, in the person, and in the room around me, and anything i say will only be met with kindness, curiosity, and compassion. in those moments, i feel the safest and bravest i’ve ever been.
