4 years later...

I had to escape this madness. I breathed in the warm oceanic air before I opened my eyes. I stared out towards the Atlantic ocean and stood on a balcony in my apartment. A hundred or so feet below me, I could hear the bustling sounds of taxi drivers honking their horns and shouting to the driver in front of them.

It was typical New York traffic. A slight breeze came, gently flowing through my hair. Next door, I could hear my neighbors arguing. They were Italian so I had no idea what they were saying. I walked back into the room, picked up my suitcase, and walked out of the bedroom. I traveled down the hallway and opened the door, turned towards my apartment. "Goodbye New York. I'm going to miss you."