I've been up to my old shenanigans again. I was feeling weary of what California has been offering me. Working six days a week can get kind of old you need to find a way to rest your mind. So I am now where I always go for a breather New York City. To be honest a few days before the trip I almost convinced myself I didn't want to go. Thinking to myself that there was no way that I would be able to rest or even have fun since my funds were low. I am on Day 4 currently and am actually having a wonderful vacation.
Before I got on the plane I purchased a little book called " Eat Pray Love", you might of heard of it. After years of passing it on Target shelves finally the book gets turned into a movie starring no other than Julia Robert. Finally the concept captures my attention, finding yourself through traveling. If you know me you know my one desire in the world is to travel, unfortunately I am only ever made it to Peru and back. Hopping through a few states in the US has been fun too but I yearn for Spain, Italy, and London. Since I've opened that book though I have been hooked and I've been reading it little by little almost like taking small sips of a good tea if only to make it last longer.
New York city has been good to me as always. I have once again taken to "exploring" the city. I love walking around and seeing how it all connects to each other. On Sunday Morning I got off on Essex stop on the J and just started walking. I had no agenda except to capture a good picture somewhere, anywhere. I ended up sitting by the water for what felt like an hour of peace. Reading and getting lost in the atmosphere. I can tell you right now that I have lost the sense of knowing how to do nothing. I am always on the go , always working, always tired. There was a moment where I looked out to the river and realized that I was indeed relaxing. It was a strange feeling to not understand how to do this but now that I remembered how I am right on track. I went back yesterday for another hour. This time though my walk extended from E. Broadway all the way to the South st. Seaport to find a little empanada place I left untouched a few years prior. It was too beautiful a day not to walk, taking a subway would of just been a crime. So I walked to Battery Park taking in the water from that side. All the people that gather in NY , all the tourist with their cameras, I wondered if they could feel what I felt.
I picked up a Village Voice, where I went to the movie section to see if I should catch a movie by myself later in the day . You see there are a few things I wanted to get done while I was here
1) see a movie by myself
2) see a show by myself
3) go to eat by myself
4) make a new friend
do we see a pattern?
In LA I feel like I am just so dependent on people, I in the core am not that person. I need to re-connect with myself if only to remember why I like myself or even better what I don't like about myself. It's all a process in trying to be better.
So far I have already gone to a show by myself. Crossed that off on the first night here. So when I looked at the Village Voice and saw that they were having Cary Grant night at BAM Rose Cinemas I nearly died. I had officially had plans to see a movie that night. Not before have some amazing .20 Cent wings with my friends and their co-workers though.
Eventually I made it to see "This Could Be The Night" at BAM. When I entered the almost empty cinema I felt somewhat better to see that everyone had come alone. There were mostly older people there with a few young girls scattered about. I guess great minds think alike. Seeing an old movie like that on the big screen felt amazing, if only to see something the way it was originally intended to be seen. The movie was hysterical and racy for it's decade and of course Cary Grant looked fabulous. There are no Cary Grants in this world today I tell you. Maybe, just maybe George Clooney. Yet out in the real world I couldn't find one to save my life. So now I can cross off # 1 off the list too.
I have three more days here let's see what else I can do....
