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| Wednesday, February 16, 2005 |
| Sometimes It Hits Me ... |
... I live in New York City. I've been here for two plus years and I still have moments, every day, when I look around and go, Damn, this is my life! I'm not watching it on TV, this isn't a movie, this is my life, and damn that's cool. When I first started thinking about moving out of Rhode Island for college, I immediately started looking at the rural, stereo-typical college campuses. UVM, UNH, Ithaca, etc. I was adamantly against going to school in a city. They were big and dirty and scary and you couldn't catch me dead there. Then, in October of my senior year of high school, my mother asked me to go see Emerson College. She had allowed me to choose every other school I looked at but she really wanted me to take a look at this one. I agreed, grudgingly. As a matter of fact I bitched and moaned the entire 45 minute drive to Boston. I didn't want to go to school in the city you see. And then I got on campus. And I shut the hell up. I didn't say a word. Because I knew Emerson and Boston were where I wanted to be. But clearly I could not give my mother the satisfaction of knowing she was right.
4 years later, as I looked through my Emerson College Class of 2002 yearbook, there in the back, in big block letters, was an ad from my mother: "[FINY], TOLD YA SO! Love Mom, Dad, and [Buddy]". She's still saying it today.
Boston was my baby step into the big city. And now here I find myself, still in awe of the place I've called home for 2 years +. I love that the coffee cart guy by my subway stop in Brooklyn will see me approaching down the street and have my coffee ready, just the way I like it, when I get there. I love that the newspaper guy right next to him saves me a Post if it's the last one he has. I love that when I exit the subway at 23rd street and look up at the Flatiron building, which I occasionally work out of, that I am suddenly struck by the thought of "my God, this is my life".
I wonder if that awe will ever go away. If I'm here for 20 years if I'll still wake up each morning overjoyed at the fact that I live in New York City. I hope it doesn't. |
posted by FINY @ Wednesday, February 16, 2005   |
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