I should be reading Brave New World, but I'm not.
I love that I'm still in the honeymoon phase with NYC. I'm a fool in love. I look out my window and turn into a slack-jawed loser, dumbstruck by a few cabs at a stoplight. I'm dippy dotty distracted MAD in love with this city, and with my school, and with the weather. I get weak in the knees when I walk by the Lyceum or see the moon sitting on top of my apartment building. The Empire State Building was lit up purple at the top last night just for me, I know it.
I love the button shop on 6th Avenue that's right past Bryant Park, and the mean ladies that scream at me in Trader Joe's, and how my cheeks get all rosy after walking 30 blocks in the cold, and the tourists from other countries that argue right in the middle of 34th Street, and the nice security guards at the ESB, and the smell of the nut vendors on a frosty afternoon, and Trinity churchyard, and the Conservatory Garden, and the Temple of Dendur room at the Met, and even the yucky subway. I've fallen hard--wildly, passionately...and I don't know if I'll ever recover.
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I think I'd like new york city for a few months maybe...
actually i'd probalby hate for a few months, then love it, and then hate it again.
i miss it much- thanks for the mementos