Riding Solo

Last night I had a dream that I was riding a bicycle that was meant for two people, but I was riding it alone. It was made of steel and it was so cumbersome and unsteady and so, so hard to ride. The handlebars were too far away and my knees hit the metal basket when I tried to peddle. For a brief second, I dream-thought, "If only I had a partner to ride this bike with, it wouldn't be so hard," but then I immediately dream-realized that having a partner wouldn't solve the problem. The bike wasn't hard to ride because I was riding it alone; it was just a hard bike to ride.
I realized that I feel that same way about living in New York.

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