Spring to Fall

Despite convincing myself that I would only visit New York upon returning to America, it took just under a week for a full on move. While still toiling about India, the wheels of motion began to set themselves based on the possibility of work. Imagining all of the usual gaudy scenes, gritty pedestrian cavorting and reunions come to life pushed any previous avoidance of a fast return to stage left. Making the rounds in Brooklyn and Manhattan started during a chilly Spring soon transitioning to summer’s balmy gaze. Barbeques on the relatively low perches of the East Village to toasting Queens high atop an East River straddling terrace. Idealizing home throughout my time abroad allows cloudy skies framed by the skyline to appear priceless. Taking in the Empire State Building and giddily name dropping my location leaves me falling deeper into love with the City having now experienced not having it for so long. Further disorienting my grasp on reality, I stumbled onto the set of a television show on Avenue A I watched faithfully months prior from my flat in Seoul.
I walk to work past grouchy Houston Street truck drivers and into the clutches of swarming Prince Street tourists. The sun beats my shoulders at lunch through the looming oak above. As congested my surrounds, every day brings a new joy. A new privilege is offered forth, fallout from stalking the capital of the world.