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Not being in New York for The Biggest Storm ever makes me feel like one of my good friends that I haven't talked to in a while got into a car wreck.

Like you're watching them from afar and have a dull sadness because you want to be the person they call first, because you're the person who's closest to them and will be the one who brings them ice cream and hospital gift shop balloons, but that won't happen because you aren't the person who's closest to them anymore.

So instead you just end up feeling like any one of their old friends who doesn't have the privileges that they used to.

Homesickness is weird, isn't it?

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Feel better, dear old pal!

From here!

Robin Reetz

I’m an expat currently living between London and North Carolina. I'm the Home & Living Editor at Clementine Daily, handle partnerships and more at DesignGood, and create content for folks like Teen Vogue. Also, I love independent designers. Find out more about me here: