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Jun. 1st, 2001 | 02:31 pm
mood: annoyedannoyed
music: Indigo Girls - Secure Yourself

It's a rare occurrence when a place that you would never have thought to have been your home, a place you would never have imagined yourself living, a place you had only ever imagined visiting, becomes your home. That place for me is New York City.

It's funny because I go back, occasionally, to Minnesota or go and visit other places and yes, I do have a good time. But nothing makes me feel as energetic and all around alive as New York does. There's just something different about being here. Something very special.

My cab back from Penn Station this morning cost me $12.00 including what was admittedly a lousy tip.

I guess you can't have it all.

But seriously, I am so very very happy to be back here. I have been re-energized and I want to actually do things, as opposed to my "normal" state (read: state in which I am vacationing in someplace where it is truly a vacation, the intent of which is rest, or state in which I existed for years prior to college) in which I want nothing more than to get away from where I am. My typical state in which I am frequently almost overcome by wanderlust. Now, when I have those urges, I remember all of the museums I've never seen, the restaurants at which I've never eaten, the shows I haven't seen, the parts of the city I haven't experienced... and I realize that there is so much here that I am not ready to leave, nor ever will be, I suspect.

Ah well. I need to go cal the moving people again and make them deliver my stuff today, because really and truly, I want a decent bed to sleep in. I don't think it's demanding that much.

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