living in New York and the passage of time
Without planning or thinking about it, I realised I've sat on the same rock and had the same friend behind the camera.
Have I seen the same New York pigeon more than once? How many times have I been in the same subway car? Where will I be living in a year’s time?
I’ve been living in this city for almost 4 years, some places I can walk around cool as a cucumber and magically make it to my location, other places I’ve been to multiple times but still falter and crawl to the assistance and assurance of google maps.
A mild geographical identity crises happens in my mind almost on the daily, being born and raised in Melbourne, Australia and living there for 20 years is my true core being but after being trapped underground between subway stations for 45 minutes (a story for another time) I had people telling me “now I’m a real New Yorker”…but I still feel like a baby…a grown woman with a career but baby.
I have settled into an incredibly cozy apartment, the first time in my life I have felt like I have a solid place to call a sanctuary, I didn’t expect to become a milf but now my roommate is my cat called Tarzan and she has extra toes.
The future feels exciting but I’m not sure how long I can live in this city - and country, for that matter. More on that perhaps in another post soon.
My lactose intolerance doesn’t stop me from getting a $1 slice (even though it should), my fear doesn’t hold me back from getting on a stage almost every week and time moving by doesn’t scare me as much as it used to, it’s actually quite beautiful.
Say hi to a pigeon (hopefully just like this), compliment a strangers outfit on the street, tell me how cute my cat is and have a wonderful rest of your day xoxo
