We made it back to the city. We promised each other we would and we did. We celebrated our ten year friendiversary with Alan. I look forward to another 10.
New York felt different this time. It has been three years since the last trip.
Last time we left on 01/04/13 of course I have a post from that day.
The more I write on here the more interesting it always is to look back.
But New York was not as I remembered it. I love spending time with those two and I love how much we make each other laugh. The first time I went the city took my heart. I loved how many people were there. I was overwhelmed by the size and amount of buildings. I loved the feeling of the city and it's history.
This time it felt a little exhausting. I kinda wanted to load up three backpacks and head into the forest with Brian and Alan. I'm not sure why that changed. I missed the big trees of Ohio and I wanted to build fires and cook our own food.
But the city did still tug my heart at times. I love high line park that gorgeous mix of garden and urban. It always makes my heart swim! Alan kept laughing at my inaudible grunts of joy as my eyes consumed the beauty of the moment in that park.
I also love the diversity of the people in New York. Every subway ride hearing at least one different langue is very beautiful to me. It shows how little humans of new york is really capturing the city.
It makes my brain wonder and get lost in the idea of all the lives and attempting to meet every person and hear their story. We are alive for just a blip of time aren't we God?
One tiny island in one planet in one solar system in one galaxy and there is infinite stories to be told. How many stories exist inside one tiny little cell inside of my body?
I love the museums in New York. I got to see another Michelangelo sculpture it reminded me of Rome. What an amazing artist and human that man was. I could stare at his work for hours. Allowing my mind to wonder what the world was like when he walked it. What were the colors of the cities? What were the smells, the sights, the cultural norms that were taken for granted and history never recorded. What parts do we have wrong in his story and what would he think about the legacy we have preserved of him.
And that is just one man.
How many people have lived completely full lives on the same rock flying through space
Forgotten, but lived nonetheless.
New York City, where the stars are impossible to see but the skyline offers our human attempt to captivate the heart. I could look at that skyline every night before I go to bed. I haven't seen anything like it.
New York is such an amazing city to be in. But here I am. I find myself greeting yet another morning in Ohio and I love it so.
Columbus, the home of Adam.
there are many many better places in this planet
but this place is mine
and I like that.
Back to my life. Another day, taking a final to wrap up another semester of grad school. One step closer to the dream. Another day, growing and waiting.
If I sit here to long I start to think about existence and life. My brain goes in circles wondering the same things asking the same questions.
I know I will never get the answers but I find a strange peace and enjoyment out of allowing my brain to wonder over these things again and again like the hands of a blind man across the braille of his favorite book.
I keep my hands open for You oh God.
Thank You for my existence.
And I don't want a never ending life
I just want to be alive while I'm here
The Strumbellas - Spirits