I feel the constant imminence of excitement, of possibility, beating like a heartbeat beneath the pavement. Unpredictability has sunk its teeth deep into my bones, anchoring me to a terrifying city I can't seem to get enough of.
New York in the spring is the New York in the movies, the New York you dream about when you imagine making it in a big city, the New York that you actually feel good about living in.
Well, readers, it's already been another month, and it is officially holiday season in New York. We've all seen it in movies, read about it in books, heard about it in songs....but to live it, that's another experience altogether.
To put it as eloquently and authentically as Tolstoy did: I have woken up. I have awoken from a pleasant dream to a terrifying and exhilarating new reality that has whisked the clouds from my mind and made me feel...alive. Truly alive, in a way I have never felt before.