Feeling sentimental lately. Maybe it's the long winter, maybe it's
old age... But it must have something to do with the approaching milestone of
my 10th summer in New York, and it feels like one that must be
reckoned with.
So, I’ve started to plan a
virtual surprise party for myself, and in the process, I remembered - I used to
blog.
Rediscovering this archive of my 20's reminded me a lot of things
that were completely wiped from my hard drive. Like the fact that they were pretty good, that I had a
blackberry and plenty of time for recreation and introspection.
It was strange to see how my-
naive, fresh off the boat -self wrote with more vulnerability and less
vocabulary. Strange, because it is embarrassingly raw, but it works.
In a way, I'm right where
I started in July 15th 2008. I live in the same neighborhood, although it's
almost unrecognizable.
Many of the landmarks and people who were part of my universe have left or relocated, and so has the Hope, and Change that were very
present in those days.
Small bars and eclectic music scenes were rammed by tattooed
soccer moms with double strollers. Now I'm one of those, no tattoos, though.
Instead of focusing on the
decay, global and personal challenges I'll try to channel that romantic, younger vibe, jump-start my ancient
crush on The Big City.
At the turn of a decade, a new
chapter. Or at least a fresh post.
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