Two.more.months.
My ticket is bought, my fate is sealed.
No running away for me.
Somehow I couldn't stop my tears from streaming down when I told my friend about it.
I didn't wanna cry, I wasn't going to. I'm not even at the airport yet. I just bought my ticket online for crying out loud!
And this happened after a lichicosmo on the sidewalk, and bird poop on my arm.
Well, see you in Singapore- leaving 28th May, arriving 30th May.
Exactly 2 more months left, I can't believe how fast these 2 years went by.
I hope I have built enough of a solid base here to make me feel at home once again if I ever decide to come back. I will miss New York, all the experiences, the familiarity and unfamiliarity of my neighbourhood in Brooklyn, and all the friends I have at one time or other, opened my heart up to here...
Just last night during dinner, a friend asked what I liked about New York, and I replied saying that it was the randomness of everyday life that got me hooked. The dirt and the grime on the sidewalks, are physical manifestations of the freedom that is accorded in the land of the living and the free. It is the meeting of strangers at random places and at random times, it is the unexpected chance sighting of a celebrity in a neighbourhood cafe, it is the man walking down the street who catches your eye and says hi, it is the friendliness and helpfulness when you get lost in Manhattan, it is having your spirits lift up when the sun is out and shining brightly simply because every prior day has been grey and overcast. I have grown to love this place, even though I started out being aghast at the "ghetto-ness" of it. I would like to think I have grown somewhat, for better or worse, and come to understand myself and the people around me a wee bit more. I feel like I have found soulmates here, who know me more than I know myself, who can predict my behaviour, and who accept me for the strange person that I am. They analyse me so accurately, and support me in ways that can only stem from sincere care. We've had uber good times, and the most shitty times together. 2 years is neither long nor short, but I'm grateful for having them in my life even if it's just for awhile.
Oh gosh, why am I doing a monologue to myself here on my blog? I still have 2 more months! To make a difference in their lives, to have the most fun I can have, to enjoy and appreciate the smallest New York moments, whatever they may be. I will NOT cry.
