I guess it was only a matter of time until full homage to our consumerist faith went beyond the temples of 5th Avenue. Give us this day our daily sale and deliver us from our debtors. Thine shelves be full as they art in Nordstroms.
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Sidewalk Rage
It started out as a nagging impatience, a silent prodding of “move, move, move.” It quickly grew into visible frustration. My pace has quickened and I’ve started walking like a BMW driver, weaving in and out of people, cutting people off, and even swerving into oncoming traffic just to pass someone. I use to cup my lit cigareete, now I wield it like a lightsaber. I am clearly developing sidewalk rage.
I’ve even rationalized it. Who stops in the middle of the sidewalk to text a reply? That’s like changing a flat tire in the middle of the highway. Please for your safety and the safety of others, pull over. I completely understand the overheard woman shouting, “people walking around in New York like they got no place to be!”
This is New York, people. We’re all supposed to be in a hurry and we’re supposed to look good while we do it. Get with it or get back to Queens.
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Where to Begin?
This is a new one, so we’re going to start right here. Now.
This new chapter in my life is about freedom and starting over and all sorts of other clichés, so what better place to move to than New York?
Seriously, this is amazing! This is the view from the pier that’s at the end of my street (about 4 blocks from my front door). My plan with this blog, besides hoping it grows, is to recount this, my journey here, and continue documenting my adventures. I’ll also fill the gaps with random bits of creative writing and talking about pretty things.