Start spreading the news, I’m leaving today ... Okay, so it wasn't exactly today. It was Friday evening. I left home. Headed north in my packed-to-the-gills vehicle that was so packed I had to leave my pillows at home. The doors were holding on for dear life. Up 85, then 95, with turnpikes and tolls, through rest stops and pit stops, haulin' ass, on a roll...
I want to be a part of it - New York, New York ...
Well, you know I had to do something. Dead end jobs, seeping depression, constant self-deprecation... it was time.
These vagabond shoes, are longing to stray …
… Down city blocks filled with the staunch odor of city-life. I remember when you had to drive to a garbage dump – I remember that smell and it greets me everyday here punching my nose causing my nostrils to flare.
Fortunately, though, the smell of freshly baked bagels infuses my senses on just about every block. I enjoy the brisk walk, even if it’s forced me out of the comfortable laziness that was sliding behind the wheel, leaning back in one’s car seat. I do feel rather vagabond-ish, though. I know no one and left home to come here. To try and make it, work it, live it and be in it…
Right through the very heart of it - New York, New York ...
You know the song. Anyways, everyday I wake up in the city that gives sleep the finger, and I see lots of people striving to be a number one. I find myself thinking – whenever I see some smartly dressed chic sashaying down the street in her cute little stiletto boots – “Who does she think she is?” But I’m not in Greenville anymore … she is doing just what I’m doing – reinventing herself and being the person she’d probably envisioned: sleek, stalking and successful-looking. Go girl …
… but watch out for those manhole peepholes! Her pencil heel managed to meet up with the manhole’s peephole and stopped her sashay real quick. I was about to laugh when I again remembered, “That is so me.”