New York.... New York

Back to NEW YORK CITY!!! I have been trying to come up with a perfect metaphor, or perhaps, analogy, of my feelings ALL day. And I think I finally got it. Being back is like this: It's as if I was in a two year relationship. Then all of a sudden some new alluring exotic thing comes walking along, and I have an affair with it, for four months. Then suddenly something happens, and the affair stops. But I don't tell the one I'm having the relationship with. I just pretend nothing has changed. But here I sit, minute by minute, thinking of the fun and fantastical times I had with my lover.
London is my lover, and New York is my boyfriend that I have to learn to love again. Why were we in love at first? And what will it take for me to find you alluring and sexy again? Will we ever feel the way we used to about each other?
Remember how it used to be? I used to go down to 8th and Kent and just stare at you as the sun set. Your subway used to comfort me when it got too late and cold. Your streets, though dark and dirty, were always inviting. I was never scared with you near by. You were a blanket of comfort.
But then came the new charming bloke with the accent. Showing me around. Letting me know how close knit a large community could feel. And such a lifetime full of culture and history! And those beautiful blue eyes... (OK perhaps that is personal)
BUT, I need to get back into it here. I need to fall in love again. And all I can think about is London, and myself. It has affected me so much. I don't know what to think. My friends feel foreign. I am lost in redundancy. Time stopped and I moved forward. I wanted to control time... I didn't, but now time is controlling me... yet again. Damn you time, and your wild ways.

Coors original. How I missed thee. Also... the American dollar, in general. So there's two things!