Not that I am unhappy about it. With NY I had quite a love and hate relationship. As it is usually in those types of relationships, the city made me dizzy. I took some long random walks during which it spoke to me. With its musicians (there was a guy who played Amelie's tune at Washington Square Park down in West Village), its small stores, hectic people in line for their coffees, yellow taxis, all cliche things which make NY so unique, it spoke to me in a very distinctive voice. I came here as a lost kid and if I will leave, I will leave as a pretty confident woman and for that I owe New York immensely. Someone asked me about the blog today and I realized that I never wrote on it after one posting. Probably it will make more than NY to make me more disciplined.
But the city has taught me to do things I wouldn't do otherwise. I had a strong sweet craving today so I went to Hungarian pastry shop and had some coffee and chocolate cake. I was reading a book - Murakami's "A wind-up bird chronicle" and then started a conversation with a guy sitting next to me. He was a Greek artist born and raised in the City and gave me a website where I could see his pictures. I just looked it up and it's quite good. The randomness of this city and the flow of it leaves me grateful to say the least. Ok, it is a lousy post but I will not change it. It would be artificial if I would. Now that I wrote enough I should get changed and read about efforts of UN in the Middle East. Who knows, maybe that would be my next destination.
