There’s no point in lying, especially to you. For the past couple weeks I’ve doubted my undying love for New York City. I found myself continually questioning whether I’ve had my fill of the grit, grunge and people vomiting in the subway. Was the big apple consumed down to its core, and was I starting to hunger for other fruits, mainly bananas? No. Well, not since I got out of the subway yesterday and saw the streets busy with that summer funk. Girls were in summer dresses, guys had on hipster shorts and the bums were down to only eight layers of clothes. It’s what I’ve lived here for for the past three years. It’s what everyone lives here for. Well, the two months before Christmas are just as great. But other than Christmas magic and summer funk, the only things that bring New Yorkers happiness is brunch and fresh bagels. Since brunch is just once a week and good bagels only last a couple of minutes, we hold those months dear.
Now here’s my dilemma, I’m still thinking about subletting my room for the summer (the shocked crowd lets out a confused sigh). It’s sort of a… I love you, but I’m not in love with you, situation. I love New York (not that show… I hate that show), but after traveling around, it’s really made me realize that every city, big or small, busy or quite, has its own charm and appeal. No, it doesn’t have the Brooklyn Bridge and a beautiful lady in a green dress holding a torch, but it might have a great cafe, friendly neighbors that will teach you another language and a million new places for you to explore. See what I’m saying? Who doesn’t love exploring? I’m getting older, going balder and my knees hurt after climbing too many stairs… if I’m ever going to do it, the time is now. But where?
I’m either back packing around South and Central America for three and a half months or I’m going to fly to Florida and finish school. Both have their own appeal. I’d love to go spear fishing in Costa Rice and binge drink in Bolivia… but it would also be nice to take classes, live at home and drive around Fort Lauderdale bumping Rick Ross and Ray LaMontagne (depends on the day). In three weeks I’ll be doing one of them. In three weeks and one day, I’ll be happy I did.
Thanks for sticking around,