Juliet Carrie Singer was born in Brooklyn, New York. 
I lived in Brooklyn until I was two. My family then moved to Jamaica, Queens, New York. Jamaica is one of the more disgusting, slumlike areas of Queens. This is not to be confused with the Jamaica Estates section of Queens, which is full of posh enormous homes with large gardens, front and back. At age seven and a half, we moved to Monterey, California. We like to say that San Francisco is one hundred miles north of Paradise. Monterey is one hundred miles south of San Francisco. It is the most beautiful place I've ever seen. Just thinking about it makes me feel warm and happy. We lived there for a year or so. When we moved back to New York, we all left the heart and soul of our family one hundred miles south of San Francisco. It has never been recovered. After Monterey, we moved to Long Island. Rockville Centre. Until this past September, that is where I've been from. I suppose that is still where I'm from: Rockville Centre, New York. Now I'm in Brooklyn. A circle. Do you think it stops here or will I move on?

 I can see the boats sailing on the East River and the Staten Island Ferry going out—it's 2:30 a.m.—and the Manhattan skyline as I write this letter. Hell, New York City is gorgeous.