A piano stands in the snow and a man, hat scarf and all, plays it - Union Square. Elsewhere trombones, feet moving, banjo on the subway. The homeless discussing karma. Sunflower vendors, more snow, hot bagels. Icicles hang like knives from buses. Neon traffic. Giant concrete rises from a giant grid, Manhattan, and our good old friend, the sky, makes a blue appearance above. Brown ice, slush, white sun in the morning. Rooftops beyond my window, and on one roof, the wind waves an American flag, the stars fold and reappear, move like liquid, i watch them from my bed. Big ideas, big beauty. Joy in the city, invisible like magic. Bright as lime, thick with dirt, fruitful. Dreams, dreamers, eyes. New York, thank you…
So I've moved to Manhattan. The single most scariest but best thing I've chosen to do. Risk, what risk? I've never been such a busy bee in my life. I've not taken one picture of New York, i always feel the need to, but i never want to. Eventually there will be pictures on my blog. I've just been loving, watching, reading, laughing, all the verbs in the universe insert here. I've ditched my phone, bonus. Literally i don't have my Blackberry anymore, and all I have is a $15 emergency phone in case I need help when i'm shipwrecked or something. I've never talked so much either, and never formed so many relationships with people that have been so enriching, spiritually. Relationships with people are so important, and it seems obvious but you only see its real shapes when you're connecting with others so damn well. I feel like a part of others, in a bewitching city, and i couldn't be happier. There, i've said it, I Am Happy.
I can only catalogue what i've been doing in the past three weeks, because if i try to form logical sentences you'll be sitting here for a day or two, and whilst i know my ma would happily read ridiculous lengths of my gibberish because she loves me so, i'll spare everyone else that madness. So here it goes in a capsule, it's my third week, i live on sushi, kale chips and chai tea lattes. I love milk duds. Bookshops, ice skating in Bryant's Park. I have classes everyday. Discussion. Shaking hands, yellow taxi-ing, everyone telling me to have a good day. Bars in Williamsburg, Rockclimbing in Brooklyn, wandering around at 4am with a friend. Vapiano, photographers, living with two designers. Poets, a new bronze mug from Starbucks. Giant pizza at dawn, home delivery, lying on our new red rug whilst listening to french music. Haikus, Van Gogh's Starry Night, drinking Jamba juice. Cinema, Burger at Five Napkins, and lounging by fire in the Hudson hotel, they have the best chips in the world....
Oh, and one of the loveliest things i've learnt whilst being here is the genius of freezing grapes. You bite into a green shell, inside which there is cold grape pulp, much like a blob of sorbet, only better.
My bed, i'm falling in love fast
I live with this gal below,
i don't have a picture with my other roomie yet:
Mama i love you loads, thinking of you