one year ago, New York.
Someone asked me what I use my LJ for. I told him this is where most of my heartbreak goes. I don't speak much about what or whom I miss, if I'm angry or frustrated, or whenever I'm not all right.
So. I'm watching the US Open right, live via satellite. It made me remember my commute home from work, in New York. Every morning and every evening, my bus route allowed me to see the Arthur Ashe Stadium in the distance. I even made sure I always had the perfect spot so that I could just stare out the window and immediately see it.
And every time, I would tell myself that one day, I'm not just going to be looking at the Stadium from the outside. I'll be sitting front and center, close enough to the court that I could get hit by a misdirected ball. I'll be there on my own money, with friends (or more preferrably a boytoy ;p ), and it would an I-can-die-now-and-not-care-because-I'm-so-happy moment.
I can live till I'm eighty, I can die today. What difference have I made to go back to New York?
So. I'm watching the US Open right, live via satellite. It made me remember my commute home from work, in New York. Every morning and every evening, my bus route allowed me to see the Arthur Ashe Stadium in the distance. I even made sure I always had the perfect spot so that I could just stare out the window and immediately see it.
And every time, I would tell myself that one day, I'm not just going to be looking at the Stadium from the outside. I'll be sitting front and center, close enough to the court that I could get hit by a misdirected ball. I'll be there on my own money, with friends (or more preferrably a boytoy ;p ), and it would an I-can-die-now-and-not-care-because-I'm-so-happy moment.
I can live till I'm eighty, I can die today. What difference have I made to go back to New York?