Dear Dad

Dear Dad,
My birthday...really my birthday week was wonderful. I ate more in Atlanta than I should have eaten in a week! Everything was just so good. I was pretty unhappy with my Bench Monday shot though. It felt sort of rushed...I guess it was. I like having quiet time for those things and tried getting up and shooting it while Eric was getting ready. However my initial thoughts were no good on film. I didn't bother shooting a Bench Monday for the following week, once I got to New York. My mind was too busy for me to concept a good idea clearly. I realized that I missed New York more than I've got words to describe. I just felt so in sync with everything. I don't know if it was because I was on vacation or if it was truly the harmonizing of the city with my being. I'm honestly going with the latter. I walked down 42nd street as the sun was rising and I've don't ever remember feeling so empowered. As I was being sprinkled in a slow crescendo of orange light (this is absolutely my favorite light of the day and even beats the most beautiful of sunsets) I thought to myself, "I can do this...this city. I'm ready again." I realize now that me moving there years ago was a tough thing to allow. You did. And didn't let on to how that might have made you feel. I can't say that I know what that did to you, as I haven't walked through it, but based on my feelings with Lexi I have an idea. The most amazing thing is that I went...and knew nothing of the difference in you. I'm at lunch right now, sitting at my desk and am having such a hard time not being in New York. I really want to be there, but know that right now I can't, and really maybe never. I think mom needs me more right now than I need the city and hope Eric is okay with that...at least for now. I miss you dad. Good things are on the horizon...I just know it and I just wish you were here.

-Tiff