New York’s in my blood. It’s all I can think about but I fled. I tell myself it’s too see if I can live in another city as far from New York as I can be during a major super exciting event. Maybe that’s the truth; I don’t know.
I walked for five hours today; when I wasn’t walking I was changing the settings on the first cell I have owned and actually believed that I knew how to program.
I only brought my laptop for word processing. I’ve already checked my e-mail and now I will go into Spring Girl’s fotolog to see what the city looks like.
Maybe tommorow I will be relaxed enough to think that New York is a city on another coast that I know well. Maybe then I can buy food and actually eat it. Maybe I can walk on the beach until I’m so spaced all I can think about is the ocean and the sound of the waves and things that don’t have to do with protests, terrorism and the RNC. Maybe.