As a dreamy, driven teen, it was a challenge that both daunted and inspired me throughout my high school career. My dreams were always out-of-the-box -- an artist of some sort -- an actress, maybe a film-maker ... but luckily I was someone who figured out how to comfortably be in-the-box, keeping my out-of-the-box thoughts mostly to myself.
This year has made me question a number of things, my love of New York among them. There was a time I thought that love would be forever unwavering. That, along with my love of writing. Love is funny that way, though. It burns and it burns, white-hot, blindingly hot, until it burns itself out. And I'm all burnt out on New York, on writing, on it all.
I know I should've been ecstatic, but when I finished writing my first novel -- I was bereft. I couldn't stop thinking about Caroline, Andy, Lilly, all my characters. We'd been together for so long. It's not a secret that I spent more time with them than my real family. I never prepared myself for life without them.
Author Brittani Sonnenberg has received high acclaim globally, including The New York Times Books Editors' Choice, for her new novel Home Leave. In it she masterfully narrates the layers of stories, anxieties, and familiarities that seep in and out of the heads of women and their family members who embody this itinerant lifestyle.