So I've not had time to blog for a bit. Been travelling. Hong Kong, Chicago, and home via New York.
I love New York City. It was a love affair from the moment I first set foot there, some, well, some years ago. My first trip there didn't end so well, but that's another story, and not one I'm going to go into here.
There's something about being in New York. I've only ever been for short stays, which adds to the magic because you're a bit jetlagged, so it feels like your soul's moved to the right of your body just a step. Not that I believe in that soul shit, but it's the best way I can think to describe it. It's like your brain is set to echo mode. Things take just that little bit longer to happen, or to be processed as happening. Sounds vibrate. Music seems louder and yet further away because your ears haven't recovered from the flight.
Most of all, being in New York is like being in a theme park. It's a city that feels like a reproduction of itself. You've seen the streets and buildings that you pass a million times before, on TV, in the movies. The brown stones with the metal fire escapes cascading down them, they look like they belong in a film studio. The walk and don't walk signs. The trucks with big noses. The steaming grates on the 'sidewalk'.
I love it I love it I love it. I'm gonna move here. I like American men too - the accent just does something for me. But don't tell Jase that ;)
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