Before I start complaining, let me just say that I am very grateful for my life.
That aside, the past six days have been nothing but reminders of how I am no longer in New York. I stare around at ugly dead trees and ugly fat rednecks and all the rest of the ugly south and I KNOW that I am not on Manhattan. I want to be on Manhattan. I guess this place will be better when it's green again, but that really seems like it's not actually going to happen this year. And in that case, I want to go back to New York.
Yeah. Over spring break, myself and a handful of art students went to New York City, and I can honestly say it was one of THE best times I have ever had. Sometimes, I think it is actually the best time I've ever had. I miss the beautiful buildings and the smell of hotdogs in the streets. I miss seeing an icon around every corner and the thrill of finding a seat on the subway. I miss my room in the hostel and the wonderful food they served there. I miss walking through history and living so vividly in the moment. I miss the lights of Times Square and the abyssal ceiling of Saint Johns. I miss the mesmerizing waves around the Staten Island Ferry and seeing the world from above. I miss traveling the length of Manhattan in a single day and I miss the Chrysler Building. And I miss Broadway.
I always thought the "I heart NY" stuff was dumb, but really guys, one day I'm walking through an Egyptian Tomb and the next day I'm standing in front of Starry Night. *goes and cries for a while*
Okay. That's all I have to say.