Sweet, leave me here awhile.

Tomorrow, I have to get on a plane and fly back to my country, my state, my city, my borough, my apartment.
There is work waiting for me, a company of actors, a lovely group of students, and a man who loves me.
And yet – despite the water pressure and the madly expensive cost of living and the transport that shuts down so early and the freezing cold houses and the difficulty of eating sensibly –
Please, sweet, leave me here awhile.
Let me tarry just a bit longer
Let me take in more inspiration
Let me have more inspiring conversations
Let me meet more kind brilliant people
Let me be here, where I’m both more at home and less.
Leave me here awhile.


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