[you're new york to my europe.]
days left until next glee: 3 until glee's prom: 24
i'm distracted. so much. i'm still trying, though. i guess.
i feel like a traitor. lately i've been infatuated with new york. and i should love europe. but there's something about NY that draws me in.
it's somehow not as silly as it sounds. i love europe, its culture, history, look. i know europe is FAR from perfect, europeans are self centered bitches who did so much harm to the world it's pointless to even start counting. but i love it. i'm so proud to be european, maybe i'm not proud to be polish but i can omit that and just say "i come from europe". it's thanks to europe that we had all these wonderful periods like baroque, romanticism, middle ages, restoration, etc. i now other cultures have equally wonderful phases in history but i'm just attached to the european ones. and when i think about european cities? old, filled with history and past that you can smell and taste? the stillness of the air when you walk around silent spanish cities? when you discover small alleys with cats lazily spread on the stairs of old homes that hold thousands of stories? where you feel spread, stretched around everything and you just take it in, let it fill you up? yes, that is what i love.
so that's why i feel guilty about being drawn in by new york city. i've never been there, i've never seen/read THAT much abut it but there's just this something... i can't even name it. the excitement? the smell of freedom? work? challenge? the dirty streets? the city that lives, kills you and then bring you back to life by its amazement, energy. while i think of european cities as tranquil, filled with past and hope for the future, still streets, rain, new ork is.. a ball of anxious energy. moving, constantly moving. never silent, filled with voices and sounds. dirty, rotten, broken but so strong.
i really want to go and waste my life there.
i'm sorry, europe. i'm so sorry.
i'm distracted. so much. i'm still trying, though. i guess.
i feel like a traitor. lately i've been infatuated with new york. and i should love europe. but there's something about NY that draws me in.
it's somehow not as silly as it sounds. i love europe, its culture, history, look. i know europe is FAR from perfect, europeans are self centered bitches who did so much harm to the world it's pointless to even start counting. but i love it. i'm so proud to be european, maybe i'm not proud to be polish but i can omit that and just say "i come from europe". it's thanks to europe that we had all these wonderful periods like baroque, romanticism, middle ages, restoration, etc. i now other cultures have equally wonderful phases in history but i'm just attached to the european ones. and when i think about european cities? old, filled with history and past that you can smell and taste? the stillness of the air when you walk around silent spanish cities? when you discover small alleys with cats lazily spread on the stairs of old homes that hold thousands of stories? where you feel spread, stretched around everything and you just take it in, let it fill you up? yes, that is what i love.
so that's why i feel guilty about being drawn in by new york city. i've never been there, i've never seen/read THAT much abut it but there's just this something... i can't even name it. the excitement? the smell of freedom? work? challenge? the dirty streets? the city that lives, kills you and then bring you back to life by its amazement, energy. while i think of european cities as tranquil, filled with past and hope for the future, still streets, rain, new ork is.. a ball of anxious energy. moving, constantly moving. never silent, filled with voices and sounds. dirty, rotten, broken but so strong.
i really want to go and waste my life there.
i'm sorry, europe. i'm so sorry.