Perhaps it's spring fever...
I walked a lot today. And I decided I'm not sure how I feel about living in the city for the rest of my life. New York is amazing; don't get my wrong. People say you're living in the center of it all, and you are, obviously--New York is the Headquarters of business, theatre, communication, and ummmeverythingelse. But it's almost too much the center. There's so much going on at one time that I have difficulty feeling at home when I'm outside.
Today I heard someone saying, "When you live in New York City, you can't get out, but if you don't live in New York City, you can always come back."
...So true.
I do want to have access to New York City through more than Broadway tours and the New York Times, though. Maybe I want to live in New Jersey or Long Island. They're close enough--about the distance to Dallas from Arlington, if you live in the right areas.
It's easy to get lost in it all, and it's hard to clear your mind.
I found a spot, on 53rd Street in between 5th Avenue and Madison Avenue--a place where a building is absent, but secluded by all the monstrous buildings around it, with nice white tables and chairs, a cobblestone floor, and a man-made waterfall at the back. The walls of the buildings on either side are covered in ivy. The noise of the water is so loud that it creates silence in my mind, because it drowns out the ridiculous excessive racket of the streets. I sat down for a while and read, undisturbed, and noticed that there is a sky above Manhattan. With a sun, even.
That's something I should be able to take advantage of.