But first an ode/farewell to the fall/summer (respectively) wardrobes:
"Oh, riding boots of leather, how I have missed thee, now you can protect my poor little (child-like) feet from the filth of the New York streets I subjected you to by wearing sandals for 4 months. Welcome back black tights, I am so happy to throw away my razor and hide my unshaved legs from public sight. So long summer dresses, September has tucked you away along with flip flops and cut off shorts (that I never wore anyway because my thighs do not fit and I refuse to make it look like my crotch is eating the shorts from the inner to outer thigh, WHY GIRLS?) and, no, they are not acceptable to be worn with said black tights, ew, really? Adios espadrilles, 'ello hound-sooth. It shall be a lovely autumn indeed.
The days are getting shorter, not time wise, I still have to sit at my desk for at least 8 hours, pretending to do "work"...but while sitting at my desk, I look out of the window, and from that window I look into the window of another building (I work in the city with the best views and I'm on the 5th floor, I got nothing) but I see that it is getting darker earlier and that makes me sad in one way, but happy in another (am I bi-polar? or am I manic-depressive?) I look forward to pumpkin spice EVERYTHING! but mostly there is a crisp, refreshing, clean smell to the fall, a welcome change from the putrid smell of the garbage lined sidewalks throughout the New York streets.
Fall is also a time of reflection, I think back to the summer that just passed and all of the good and bad (there was a lot of bad in particular this summer) I think back to the other summers of my life that have kept me laughing for years and it gives me things to look forward to, to hope for. I'm not sure when you are really supposed to become an adult (post-college, I think) but I think things are finally starting to settle in, I'm becoming aware of my responsibilities and that I should allow myself to care about things (important things, like my actions affect more than myself and there are consequences, that there is more than going out and partying)
I know this veers off my topic, but I'm a stream of conscience person and as I am typing this, I am watching the 9/11 Bush Interview, today is September 9th, as I am watching this I am thinking about how long a decade really is, 10 years is a lot to go through. 10 years ago I was 14, it was my first day of high school, I knew nothing of the world. I was sheltered. I was lucky. I didn't lose anyone. I'm thinking now how many of friends and myself work in the city, my best friends work in lower Manhattan (I'm in Midtown near Times Square) would I have lost my friends? what would have happened to me? On Sunday, the 10th Anniversary of September 11th I will ride my bike along with many coworkers from Adecco for our Bike4Youth Charity, which will raise money for the Children of September 11th. I was a kid back then, and now I'm not, these are children who live in a world where they lost their innocence long before they should have. New York is the only place I've ever lived, it is the only place I'd ever want to live. New York, I love you.
