Good morning my dears. It is a wonderfully rainy/snowy day in Banner Elk, and not to mention the first day of the rest of the semester. Oh, North Carolina.
Coming back from NYC is a bit surreal at this point. I have yet to remember if we were actually there or not. Although living in the city would be a stressful experience for myself, I do believe that I must live near some large city I can escape to when the everyday life of nothing seeps in. While I know my life isn't empty, returning to Banner Elk from NYC is a reality check. I've realized that my grumpiness and anger spurts come from 'cabin fever' in the mountains. I am sick to teeth of this weather and this environment. I want excitement. I want warm weather. I want... something more.
While in my heart I am a 'country' girl... simply meaning that I would rather be near fields and trees to spend my days with, I'm definitely not a mountain girl. They are beautiful for a vacation, but to live her is to indulge my claustrophobia. I would gladly take an apartment in Greenich Village over a condo on Sugar Mountain. I know there are others who have different opinions than myself, but I have come to this conclusion after almost three years of being in the vacinity of Boone, NC. Who wouldn't? Well... I suppose the people who live here wouldn't.
I don't really have anything intelligent or philosophical to say about visiting Manhattan. I cannot quote poets that have visited the streets or ridden the ferrys in 'olden days,' but I can share that Manhattan is a world of its own. The hustle and bustle of all the boroughs is a drug, and it is one I intend on letting myself be addicted to whenever possible.
Until next time.
We've all got our junk, and my junk is you.
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