Living in New York (wtf)
Okay first I’d like to say that I love being able to post to tumblr directly from my phone. It really helps since I have a (flexible) rule to shut my lap top down every night around 10 pm so that I can wind down.
Second, I have decided that in 6 months time I may or may not move out West.
I’ve always wanted to live near the mountains. Brown ones, not snow-capped white ones. Though I do love the snow, but where is it these days?
As I approach my 5 year anniversary of living in New York, I have realized that this place and these people are not right for me. I can’t get into it about the people other than admitting that they really are what you’d think: cynical, pessimistic and often selfish.
This place and these times… it’s all money, power and technology driven, and absolutely none of those things are me.
Computers, kindles, iPads, fancy cell phones, expensive name brands, luxurious apartments and the empty dating scene. None of it is me.
I want to get back to tradition and be surrounded by the basics. Fine art, drawing, history, photography, reading (a paperback book) are all me. I miss those things, and New York clouds them from me. And humble, grounded people—I miss them. I’m trying to stay with the times and learn new things, and I am having a lot of fun, falling in love with the friendships and the magic this City has given me. But it’s still not right.
On the day I moved here I imagined only staying here a few years—or forever. Now I’m almost at 5 and I’m like, wtf?
I want normal again. And New York is crazy.
