it will be almost three months since i've been in the city when i board my night fly to go back. it was crisp, sharp weather then, without any snow, but this time the city will be covered in white and slush. it's really odd. i love new york with all its complexities and yet, the last time i was there, something was off. maybe it was because of the season (christmas) or that it was late fall or that i had a different traveling companion, i am not sure. all the variables are different and though i felt like it was new york, it wasn't. perhaps the magical appeal of the city is lost on me and instead of seeing it as this wondrous faraway spot, it is, indeed, like my second home. the city wraps me up with its luminosity, frighteningly tall buildings and sea of faces and familiar places.
it is so proletariat of me to shun the bourgeois pigs who spit on the city, calling it dirty and busy. where in the world would you want to go? do you enjoy supporting third world nations with corrupt governments just for the sake of an all inclusive five star resort package? i paid three hundred and fifty dollars for a place to sleep and a way to get there when you're chortling that an eighteen hundred dollar package is perhaps just okay.
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four and a half days isn't enough.
