America, I love you

A love letter 💌

On seizing the day. On the excitement for living. On the grandiose Atlanta highways and fragile Naples structures. On the thrust of hurricanes and collective brace. On the lust for sunlight and blue skies. On early Sunday mornings. On the decrepit yet mighty transit system. On hailing a cab in Midtown. On the very casual act of making money. On the casual act of making it, in general. On the abundant support from strangers after sharing your dreams. On the ability to be seen with the option to disappear. On being at the forefront of the battle. On the friends you make at bars. On the waking up at 5am knowing full well you’re not the only one. On the industrialization of everything. On the commercialization of everything. On the flexibility—at work, school, everywhere. On the constant need to want. On silly consumerism. On the neglected history—so much neglected American history. On the improbability of reaching a dead end because, in America, there’s always another route. On the strai…