Let me just say, that I’m not at all happy to be back in NYC. It was so wonderful to be like out in the suburbs and it other weird places with people, seeing things, doing things I don’t usually do. Travelling. Having life happen. Being reminded that there’s more to life than riding the subway to and from some silly job. And now I’m back here again, just waiting to leave really. That trip made me intensely restless. It was great to see leaves changing colors, and feel the wind in a different place, and to be riding in the back seat of a car. It was also a weird contrast with everybody else in my family, who are married, and settled down, and have houses and a baby, and its wonderful, but all I want to do is cut my ties and explode in all directions. I wonder how long this wanderlust will last. Whether a year will be enough to satisfy my thirst. If I’ll find some place I want to stay for a while, or if I will just keep roaming. There are so few trees in New York. I hate it. Everyone’s too busy here. Racing to be the first guy to the stoplight. I wish I only had one month left here, instead of 3.5. I can imagine it now. Every day I would be tingly with anticipation for my departure.
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ASSOCIATED CONTENT @TMBCHR (Auto-Generated)
- The Chronicles of Working from Home, Volume V
- The Chronicles of Working from Home, Volume I
- The Home Alone Approach to Surveillance
- Appliances
- The Chronicles of Working from Home, Volume III
