Il est entre dans mon coeur...

Another day…

Another day of being jostled on the subway, just to find myself shoved into another Longchamp bag.

Another day of thanking whoever or whatever is up there that the two children I babysit seem to be some of the best in the city.

Another day of coming home and looking at apartments in Seattle, Urbana, Montreal, and San Diego.

Another day of going downtown and getting so lost and confused that S’Mac almost wasn’t worth it…almost.

I find myself constantly exasperated with this city. And yet I know that the second I leave I will be scrawling over the pages of my journal about how all I want is to move back. It really is so difficult to be satisfied with one’s place in the world, and regardless of how selfish or spoiled that may make me sound, I dare you to tell me I’m wrong.

As I count down my final 8 months in New York City I can’t help but look back over the last three and a half years with the entire spectrum of human emotion.  These have been the most trying, wonderful, tearful, exuberant years of my life.  I find myself unable to let go and yet unbelievably anxious to leave.

All we can do, I suppose, is look towards tomorrow. Take it one day at a time.  I know that my tomorrow brings me studies about which I’m passionate, time with children I adore, and an evening at one of the most magical places in the city.  I hope that all of your tomorrows bring you things that allow you to sleep well tonight, and leave you ready to awaken in the morning.