“Manhattan in the morning is a living stream of purpose; everyone’s got a place to be and a problem on their mind. That doesn’t mean it’s an unfriendly place — just busy and preoccupied. Personally, I love it.”
Fun fact. Sometimes I do this thing where I make a concerted effort to remember the exact moment I'm in. I try to look at myself and my surroundings as objectively as I possibly can, and I list them. Where I am, what I see, what I feel right then and there. It only takes a few seconds, but I actually narrate it to myself in my head. "You are 22 years old. You are in New York City. It's a Saturday morning and you walked for almost an hour until you hit the end of this island. You are sitting on a bench at Battery Park Harbor and you are looking at the Statue of Liberty. The sky is blue and so is the Hudson. The wind is blowing and you have your favorite sunglasses on. You just hung up from a FaceTime call with your parents who love and miss you so much. You're alone but you are so happy. This is your life today. You are here." I try to be as descriptive as I can, so that I recognize and appreciate every single detail. I've found that if you take a few seconds to really immerse yourself and root a memory in the moment, it's easier to look back later and remember the moments that mattered.
It rained yesterday. But Times Square lights up twice as much when the screens reflect off the wet sidewalks, so I didn't mind too much. I ventured to East Village for dinner last night. Ate at this place called Fish Bar and it was sooooo good. Now when I walk down the street and I look like I know where I'm going, it's normally not pretend anymore. I'm starting to get my bearings and it feels really good. Also, my roommate is awesome. Heading to Brooklyn this afternoon to adventure and grill out with some new friends. I've heard it's an awesome part of the city and I can't wait to see it... And possibly share it on here. Yee yee.