The website of Robin Rendle, a designer and writer from the UK.

This has been the longest year of my life, and at 34, that feels like a gift.

I was used to solving problems, but now I didn’t know what problem to solve. ​ I look back and see the hundreds, if not thousands, of things I tweeted. They were funny, maybe, but besides inflate my ego and follower count, I’m not sure what impact they had.

Personal site for John Feminella: software engineer · enthusiastic technologist · curiosity advocate

There are good mornings, goodnights, how y’all doings, and head nods and smiles and eye contact. There are neighbors who walk out on their front porch to give treats to my dog. There is polite chit-chat even if we don’t know each other. There are waves from car windows. There is communication. ​ That is where my money went. To rent, and to these women. I relied on all of them to keep me feeling safe, attractive, and emotionally healthy. I believed I could not have survived without them. And possibly I was right. ​ I was putting Band-Aids on myself for years. To survive life. I occasionally described myself as “good at New York.” I was able to maintain a life there. But that’s just it. I was only maintaining. ​ But that is what I left behind when I left New York, more than anything else. Eighteen years of building friendships. Those people are irreplaceable in my heart. I was waiting for a friend to join me, but I was content on my own, too. ​ She yelled to me, “Neighbor, come get in the picture, come on now.” She insisted on it. I did not know how to say no to her, and I did not want to. And so, I rose and joined them.

I usually get where I’m going by leaving where I've been. It wasn’t simple sadness that made me cry, but overflowing appreciation

Saying goodbye to Austin, Texas and moving to the Big Apple for the next chapter!