Today was gorgeous.
I spent the whole day outside, loving New York and wandering around my city.
And it is just that: mine. Today was the first day I thought of it that way.
I think I've belonged for a while, but just never realized it. But today was a turning point. I am home here.
Today, I walked around. And the sun was shining. And I knew where I was going when I had somewhere to go (errands to do and whatnot). And it didn't matter at all when I didn't know where I was going because it was only because I didn't have anywhere to be. The whole time, I knew exactly where I was. Because this is exactly where I'm meant to be right now.
I love New York for a million and one reasons -- some of which I will never be able to name and some of which are concrete enough to hold in your hand. (One of the latter is a pretzel, which I bought today while wandering around Times Square in the middle of the afternoon, thinking it very "New York-y" though it's probably more touristy. Anyway, I bit into it and realized that it wasn't just concrete enough to hold in my hand. It was concrete. And it went promptly into the trash).
But I love New York mostly because it is now mine.
I wanted to scream it from the rooftops.
I wanted to clutch the word close to my chest and whisper it.
It's going to be hard to explain this to my family. This seemingly irrational love of the city. At least I have a little while to think before I head home for Easter.....
But -- seriously -- I get the slogan now.
"I love New York."
You don't need anything more than that.
Bought one lottery ticket.
Won. $20. Wheee!