Over the past two weeks, lots has happened. Namely Halloween. But anyway, that's not the point.
The point is that last Friday, I spent the better part of my day in Manhattan. Walking, eating, drinking, sight-seeing, hanging-out, shopping, running errands with friends that break cameras, and the requisite people-watching.
When I first got to Union Square, and everytime that I do in general, I am reinvigorated and charged to move to Manhattan...someday.
The lights, the people, the action, the sounds, the traffic, the buildings...it has a very unique and magical element.
A magical element that soon exudes any motivation to become a Manhattanite with the realization that no, no I won't.
Brooklyn be where the heart be. It's quieter and convenient in its own way. I don't really want to make new friends because I like the ones I already have and don't have to travel at length to see.
My bodega man knows me. My pizza men take care of me. My bartenders give me free drinks. My landlord is actually a nice man. Buses are actually pretty convenient. I'm almost smack-dab in the middle of the city and only 10 minutes to Grand Central.
I say these things to remind myself that I don't want an overlooking loft in lower Manhatty with all the amenenities. The floor-to-ceiling windows, the elevator making life easier and more expensive, and the world as my backyard.
That would all mean having to start all fucking over again. And I'm getting too old to do that.
I'm cranky.
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