New York is my Fillory. New York is the place I’ve been waiting to move to my entire life. The place I wrote about missing every single year. I have in more than one relationship said that not being able to move to New York ever would be a deal breaker. And then it really was. And I moved.
Once you move to Fillory, though, the only thing you can blame your unhappiness on is yourself.
As a person who keeps thinking she’s going to find geographical solutions for emotional problems, I needed this today.