When you Move

The first night you move to New York City, there will be a train on your chest and a lump in your throat so big that you won't be able to swallow or even breathe without crying. You will feel like you've been hit by an avalanche of glass. You will try to remember what your mother's face looked like, but all you will see is the tears running down her face as you said goodbye. 

The second night, and every night after that, you will wonder what everyone else is thinking living anywhere but here.