I don't think I made a mistake in leaving New York. Still, sometimes I feel like I'm missing out. It feels like I'm getting left behind. I forget that I'm 23. I forget that it's only been a summer since I left. Then I go outside and lay in the grass that is too long and I listen to the hum of the pool pump and I realize how much I missed this. 23 is still young, and a summer is only 3 months.