All I ever did was hang strings of twinkle lights from the beams on my ceilings. It was my twenty fifth year and the year I learned that falling in love with moments can be a stronger more resilient love than falling in love with people. People lie but moments are always yours as you see them. As you felt them. Those lights on my ceiling used to make me feel unsettled. The dim light made me feel like a secret. I wanted to live illuminated. But for the last several months and as I took them down this week, they have made me feel home and special. As though the dim light forced people to really see me without words. The twinkle lights filled the silence, as the city lights do in the city I will soon call home. I will have to remember who I am again, all the things I’ve wanted to do but had to suppress lately. In New York I can be free. I will not be fearful. Life is for living.