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I sometimes consider leaving ny and moving elsewhere, or at least traveling but always I think about this one summer years ago where I sat on a rooftop in east village where I was crashing at the place of this guy who I met at a party, had nowhere to go, was trying to figuring out where to live and it was just a really good day. The way I remember it, everything lit up in the sun and everything looked clear. For some reason that memory is enough to keep me here.