I really don't think it's hit me yet.
This city has been built up by the people who share my dreams for as long as I have had the blessing and curse to spend most of my days with them. it's become an emerald city, a diamond as big as the ritz.
and now i'm a block away from central park.
I stroll through the streets looking at all of these places that bear a striking resemblance to all of the places I've seen from so far away for so long now. my favorite films to terrible tv shows. but all of them here. right here before me.
I told myself I wouldn't get attached.
a flight that lasts an hour and change and there you are. this place looks like that place in The Terminal. there is a woman screaming at people to be better at getting in cabs. apparently they should know this by now. reckon i wasn't half bad.
the cab driver is old, hunched over the steering wheel. and my perception is that he is an atrocious driver, creating lanes where there appear to be none and cutting people off. but then that probably qualifies as a quality driver around here.
there are cables running up the apartment buildings to accommodate the miracle of television once upon a time.
meanwhile we head to the eugene o'neill theatre for a preview of the new musical by the south park creators. which is brilliant by the way.
and then a delicious midnight dinner. little pricey, but what are you gonna do. it's new york. it tastes better.
i have to force myself because i'm still too excited to sleep. this city has worn me out but i'm ready for more.
i'm still waiting for it to hit me. maybe it never will. maybe this is where i belong.
welcome to new york city.
