The canyons of steel are making me feel I’m home
Dear NYC,
Love me too?
Love,
Kim
No, but seriously…I have decided to stick around these parts for a bit. Perhaps I’m not ready for the big move…perhaps I’m hesitant because of my love and desire for the life of a new yorker…who knows? Either way I’m happy with my choice (and if in the harsh of a ny winter I decide to change my mind, an escape to California might not be the worst thing ever)
I suppose as it is nearing 4 am and I lay awake in bed without having written in well over a month it’s time for a new overtired conglomeration of jumbled words and phrases. (at 4 am one thing I cannot guarantee is the ability to make sense) I feel strangely drunk right now. I’m not really sure what’s keeping me up..is it the caffeine I drank or is it the thoughts that are racing through my mind at an ungodly pace; or maybe it’s the ball and chain chord that hits against the fan every 100th of a second….that could be it, it sounds a lot louder than usual. It’s funny and wonderful that, for once, what’s keeping me up aren’t the worries about what’s going on with my life or the frustration or anxiety, haha instead I feel like (shameless musical theatre reference…wait for it) tony from west side story when he sings “something’s coming”…as I write that I get a flash back montage of my aunt breaking into the song as we walk down the NYC streets and the production I put on years ago and the wonderful scene in the movie…ooh life. Anyway, yeah something’s coming and I’m not dreading it. I can’t wait. It feels like it’s right there but I’m not ready to touch it yet…but soon…oooohh soooo soon. Maybe I won’t sleep until I’m ready….and maybe in the mean time I should do something about my fan…
