“Start spreadin’ the news, I’m leavin’ today
I want to be a part of it, New York, New York
These vagabond shoes are longing to stray
Right through the very heart of it, New York, New York
I wanna wake up in a city that doesn’t sleep
And find I’m king of the hill, top of the heap
These little town blues are melting away
I’ll make a brand new start of it, in old New York
If I can make it there, I’ll make it anywhere
It’s up to you, New York, New York”
I have been in New York for almost 6 months. As I have said before, I was supposed to be here 2 weeks, it just grew from there. I was not sure how I would feel about being here in the beginning. I am from Miami, lived in Atlanta for 10ish years and then moved to Jacksonville for a tad over one year. This place has a reputation for not being the friendliest of places. I will say that I have not found that to be the case.
Oh, sure there have been instances. I had a woman tell me to procreate with myself one day. She was a beautiful brunette (are there any other find…lol) walking towards me in the financial district one day after work. She has a thigh length coat unbuttoned and she wore a beautiful dress of a color that I don’t remember anymore. I do remember she was beautiful and had a sick body. I also remember she had a face like she ate a bag of lemons. As I watched her I saw she was doing the typical downward gazing speed walk many Gothamites have adopted and she was about to walk straight into me. I stop walking and she stops directly in front of me a few seconds later. She looked up at me and I said she should smile. I told her it was a beautiful day and I hoped she had a better day. She told me to make love to myself and walked around me…in other words I assure you. Not exactly how I pictured it going in my head I assure you. I thought she would smile at me and then we would fall madly in love, marry and have 2.5 kids. The would have been beautiful from her and fat and smart from me. Oh well, probably better the Cole genetics die with me.
I have mentioned that I believe my time here in Gotham is drawing to an end. I have been avoiding that at all costs. I relocated to South Carolina one day before I arrived in New York. I have no apartment. I have no favorite restaurant. I don’t know where I can go and watch the UFC fights for free. I don’t even have a desk in the site where I work. (They are supposed to build one for me but the site is over capacity and real estate is going for a premium.) I have no idea where I can be after the street lights come on and where I should avoid at all costs. I would say that Florence is a total stranger to me and I really am uninterested in knowing more about her. I am just being honest. I chose SC for the same reason I make many of my mistakes in life…a woman.
This past weekend I walked across the Brooklyn Bridge. I am not sure if you have done it, but I highly recommend it. We stopped halfway and I gazed across the river and saw the Statue of Liberty. I turned the other way and saw the Empire State Building. I looked across and saw the lights just coming on in many of the buildings. I saw a couple standing half way across drinking champagne and eating strawberries (a true baller move sir. Guaranteed good night for him) and began to cry a little. I have been so caught up in my own little world and trying to make my stay here last, I almost missed the point. This time has been a gift from God to me. (I need my sister to close her mouth now. I am sure her jaw dropped. Lol)
I was given an amazing opportunity. I have been to the top of the Empire State Building. I saw the Macy’s Day Parade balloons blown up the night before Thanksgiving. I saw the tree in Rockefeller Plaza. I have been to Times Square a bunch of times. I was in Times Square on New Year’s Eve. I got to have my family (minus one unfortunately) stay with me over Christmas vacation and enjoyed that more than they will ever know. (I love you all. Never doubt that I wish we were closer and I wish I knew how to make that happen)
I have been on a subway and lived to tell about it. I lived in an apartment on Wall Street. Not in the Financial District/Wall Street area, ON FRIGGIN WALL STREET!!! I saw a woman change her dress half in and half out of a car on the side of a club. I have been asked for money more times that I can count. I got to hang with a guy from Jacksonville, his wife and their beautiful daughter. (Sir, you have no idea what that meant to me. The two opposing sides of you were fun to watch and I envy your life) I met people that changed my life and a couple that I will never lose touch with as long as I live. Hard to be bitter.
That being said I would like to have my cake and continue to eat it too… wouldn’t be me if I didn’t say that. I love this place and I will probably look for an opportunity that will bring me back. I’m not done with the Big Apple and I don’t think she is done with me.
That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
“I can always find someone
to say they sympathize.
If I wear my heart out on my sleeve.
But I don’t want some pretty face
to tell me pretty lies.
All I want is someone to believe.
Honesty is such a lonely word.
Everyone is so untrue.
Honesty is hardly ever heard.
And mostly what I need from you. ”
Please enjoy this acoustic version of Edge of Glory by Lady Gaga on Howard Stern. It made me a fan at least for one song. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F_GMgkcc2KM