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So I'm still at my mother's house, shopping for her, being a handyman, doing gardening, doing laundry, dishes, etc. And I am trying to figure out where I go from here. Its so overwhelming, my potential. It freaks me out just to think about it.
I think I might go down south and work with Katrina relief. I have always wanted to do Peace Corps/ Americorps, and I have always volunteered my whole life. So I'm thinking seriously about it.
One true thing about the community I'm in in NYC is, on the whole, it is more self-involved than other communities I've been a part of. Its hard not to be self-involved when you're in the Village. There isnt anything but you, you have to focus on yourself to avoid making eye contact with the man on the subway who has his arms around you only because its rush hour and thats just the way it is. You have to force out your niche, which is seven cubic feet, with a sink/shower, and when you turn the water on you can hear voices from the bathroom of the floor above you.
The Village is a pretty place in a bubble with pretty people. There isn't even a speck of the world outside. A tree here, maybe a squashed weed growing out of a sidewalk crack, but thats it. The Village is a haven for artists. Its everything I have always dreamed of, but its a little too decadent for me right now. Maybe decadent isn't the word, but it is sure close. In poetry terms, "I am too wide eyed and green for the jaded sideways glances of the city lights".
Sometimes, I need to see the sunset in the sky, to see how vast the water is from the Ponquoque Bridge, to feel how small I am in the universe. How huge God is. But in the city, I feel, at the moment, not small, but cramped. Nothing compares to the view here, to the sunset on the water. My Hamptons. My Home.
I think I might go down south and work with Katrina relief. I have always wanted to do Peace Corps/ Americorps, and I have always volunteered my whole life. So I'm thinking seriously about it.
One true thing about the community I'm in in NYC is, on the whole, it is more self-involved than other communities I've been a part of. Its hard not to be self-involved when you're in the Village. There isnt anything but you, you have to focus on yourself to avoid making eye contact with the man on the subway who has his arms around you only because its rush hour and thats just the way it is. You have to force out your niche, which is seven cubic feet, with a sink/shower, and when you turn the water on you can hear voices from the bathroom of the floor above you.
The Village is a pretty place in a bubble with pretty people. There isn't even a speck of the world outside. A tree here, maybe a squashed weed growing out of a sidewalk crack, but thats it. The Village is a haven for artists. Its everything I have always dreamed of, but its a little too decadent for me right now. Maybe decadent isn't the word, but it is sure close. In poetry terms, "I am too wide eyed and green for the jaded sideways glances of the city lights".
Sometimes, I need to see the sunset in the sky, to see how vast the water is from the Ponquoque Bridge, to feel how small I am in the universe. How huge God is. But in the city, I feel, at the moment, not small, but cramped. Nothing compares to the view here, to the sunset on the water. My Hamptons. My Home.