the one pool where i'd happily drown

ah new york was a whirlwind. it was a beautiful weekend. seventy degrees and perfect. i walked my feet to complete disrepair. they hurt in every way imaginable. everytime i go to new york i do so with the hope that she'll sweep me off my feet. that something in me will wake and i will have no choice but to new york or perish. she is a great city. things happen there. people and taxis and art and money and food and clothes and ahhhh. but there's something foreboding about her. this constant feeling that if you turn the wrong corner, she'll swallow you alive. but you love her all the same. i'm listening to lcd soundsystem right now and the singer just said "new york's the greatest if you get someone to pay your rent." and i laughed. not much on earth rivals a stroll through the west village in the sunshine with a few cupcakes. adam is convinced the city won't survive the next few years. i like to think that's not true, but also think that probably adds to the eerie feeling. it's hard to be an "american" and not feel completely protective of new york. it is the most american place on earth. and not in a flag-waving post-9/11 god bless sort of way. people work so hard. you can feel the blood and sweat all over. it's exhilarating and exhausting in every second. i came home to seventy-five degrees and perfect. and my dahlias are blooming. it's a different world here. not better. just different. (i'll try and hassle adam into getting me some of the pictures he took.)