Being in New York for me is a whole lot like falling in love. I can feel my heart fluttering when I get off the train in the mornings and emerge on 5th avenue with the sun shining down and glinting off the buildings. The weather is tremendous too, which really doesn’t hurt the romanticism of the experience. As the first whispers of fall whip along the streets with cool breezes and promises of the shorter days and falling leaves, I can almost feel the city begin to accelerate. As the humidity declines and the schools go back into session everything begins to feel more and more alive.
Each day I’ve been here it seems that the pace quickens a bit. I was told that August is the slowest and laziest of months for the city and I’m starting to see the truth in it. This morning I overheard a conversation between two guys, both in suits, discussing their love for September. These are two people with thick New York accents, locals, for whom the magic of this city is still not lost. It’s not hard to imagine then, the intensity I feel while I become a part of all of this. As I adjust to my commute, the food, the pace and the lifestyle I find once again that place in between the initial encounter with a location and the feeling of it being a home. I kind of like those few moments in time when you first move into a new place and everything is just a little foreign. Months later, when you can waltz around with the lights off and set down your toothbrush without really looking it can be hard to recapture those first feelings. The newness. I hope I can remember what it feel like to be me at this moment in this time in this city.
yo , yoou gotta letit happen hombre. fucking hang in bushwick. go speed dating. hang with the freegans and the events on the no nonsence listerve stop shaving,move to bushwick or bestuy. dont act al white privelidge, cuz a real sister keeps it real, and that i know you are. talk to the poor ols, drink pbr with them, sing marvin gaye and stevie wonder,its all good……………