The Ides Have It

Krissa and I watched the final four episodes of Sex and the City last night, courtesy of netflix.

For some reason I feel like I live in New York more now than I did yesterday afternoon. I am a sap, an impressionable fool. But still.

It got me thinking; a lot of days I spend here in Queens, trawling the job websites and wasting time on the internet, nipping out to one of our two closest grocery stores, running at the track next to the Triborough Bridge. Say what you like about the sprawl of New York, this part of Queens is less hectic than most of Manhattan, and as the subway train pulls above ground after passing under the East River it feel like a relief, a coming home.

When confronted with the hurrying masses, maybe there's a little part of you which says 'Okay, so everyone's heading somewhere, everyone is rushing. Where are my goals? Where am I going?'
In those given to such introspection, anyway, I'm sure that's part of it.

The city more or less demands that you do something. It's difficult to imagine living in New York and not being hungry, not wanting something, not dreaming, or lusting after something. It could be work promotion, your band, your writing, your dream job, hitting it big, achieving your dreams.

One of the things I like to look back at university for is that everyone was working towards something; everyone had a goal, and everyone was working towards it and there was an air of hope about the place. Everyone was going somewhere.

It's not that different here, really, when you think about it.

Happy Ides of March.