Scenes From My New York Life

11 May
Can't Help But Look Up

Can’t Help But Look Up

I’ma New Yorkah now.  Not really, I’ma implant – but dammit if I don’t feel like I belong.

I’ve been living in Manhattan for a little over a week now (try to find me!) and already I’ve kissed a long time love in Central Park, danced until 5 a.m., took the 6 train to the 2 train (alls by me self) from the UES to Brooklyn to pick up a few items at Target.  I’ve eaten jerk salmon and collard green spring rolls in the Village.  I’ve stared down a brown sheep beyond the gates on 5th Ave.  Bought a brand new couch on 14th. Took a mahogany TV table that my neighbor had the nerve to throw away, but it looks great in my loft.  Masqueraded down 42nd like I own the place.  And I’ve walked slowly under a cemented bridge where a man played minor melodies on his trumpet; the gentle chords still echo inside of me like a Harlem Renaissance jazz song.

My Sound System

My Sound System

I’ve sat on the F train listening to that invisible narrator in the back of my head whisper stories of the city, with every character in place, every landmark in view, and every sound brilliant in its simplicity.

Nevertheless, I’m here; standing at a three way intersection of who I am, what I want to be, and who others think I should be.  I’m absolutely aware; this city will do that to you.

The View From Here

The View From Here

Now that I’m here I notice myself longing for the old New York City, where men dawned three piece suits with top hats and women wore beautiful garments leaving everything to the imagination–not simply for the men they attracted, but to feel like the Goddesses that came before them.  I’m not sure if it’s because of an over zealous interest in the TV show Mad Men or a scrupulous curiosity about the old brownstones in my neighborhood, but something keeps me longing.

Even though I’ve never lived here before, the city feels familiar.  Perhaps because my father, in his younger years, masqueraded around this town too.  This side of the country was his stomping grounds way back when, and now it’s mine.  I miss him.

Mourning my father’s death in this city is like a crying baby in her mother’s arms; though I feel sad, I know I’m still protected, no matter what.  This city and my father’s Spirit are my mother’s arms.

So while this fast paced sorrow keeps me longing for the past, the sometimes silence paralyzes me until I’m saved briefly by a moment of happiness.

Thanks to my friends here in NYC and the city itself for bringing me those moments of happiness.

And now, scenes from my New York life . . . so far.

In My Tiny UES Cove

In My Tiny UES Cove

My Backyard

My Backyard

Something Was There

Something Was There

At Night.

At Night.


3 Responses to “Scenes From My New York Life”

  1. Rene G. May 12, 2009 at 9:23 pm #

    I dig! Enjoy and take in the city!

  2. mom May 12, 2009 at 9:49 pm #

    see you soon!

  3. Gilliebean May 13, 2009 at 2:08 pm #

    I love all that you’ve accomplished so far in your new city (kissing in Central Park and dancing till 5 a.m. have to be two of the greatest things in life). It sounds like it’s going to be a great fit. Good luck settling in!

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