These posts are based on my experiences in NYC. They aren't supposed to entertain or be informative (although they might do both). They are not supposed to inspire (although I hope they do). And they are not supposed to be informative (although everything is...).
These posts are meant for to stop... and look.
After spending a week in Paris I could see that my life was about to be flipped upside down. In Israel, I had comfortable rent in a big room, in the middle of town where all my friends were close. My career was at its peak and I was happy. In Paris, I saw a beautiful life outside of my comfort zone. I saw Mary and Cedric - my hosts - one of the most beautiful couples I have ever come across. They opened their home to me and let me into their lives. They were both at the turning points of their lives and just seemed so settled, it gives comfort. My friends Alex and Damien were in town for one day but gave me a bike so that my travels throughout the city would be easy and comfortable. This was my buffer zone. The silence before the storm. And when I landed in NYC, a storm is exactly what I got...
I stayed with Esty for the weekend before I moved over to Zena's. And I could see something that none of them or their friends could. I could see THEM. I could see them waking up at 6 in the morning and coming home at 11 at night. I saw the hours of work and studying they each put in. I saw the constant motion and rampage in the streets of New York. I saw the chaos in the subway during rush hour. I saw the hours going by without even noticing And I saw myself in the same whirlpool before I even noticed...
I have spent almost all my time either looking for an apartment online, or visiting them. Now I am mixing that with orientation week for school... and next week I start classes. I need to think about my experiences before they pass by too quickly. And every talented writer will tell you, that if you want to write, write as much as you can. And then write a little more.
So I hope that through these posts, I can step out of the mad-rush I'm constantly in and catch my breath for just a few minutes. This isn't easy, but its definitely a stepping stone towards something. I'm still not sure what that something is, but its definitely something...
These posts are meant for to stop... and look.
After spending a week in Paris I could see that my life was about to be flipped upside down. In Israel, I had comfortable rent in a big room, in the middle of town where all my friends were close. My career was at its peak and I was happy. In Paris, I saw a beautiful life outside of my comfort zone. I saw Mary and Cedric - my hosts - one of the most beautiful couples I have ever come across. They opened their home to me and let me into their lives. They were both at the turning points of their lives and just seemed so settled, it gives comfort. My friends Alex and Damien were in town for one day but gave me a bike so that my travels throughout the city would be easy and comfortable. This was my buffer zone. The silence before the storm. And when I landed in NYC, a storm is exactly what I got...
I stayed with Esty for the weekend before I moved over to Zena's. And I could see something that none of them or their friends could. I could see THEM. I could see them waking up at 6 in the morning and coming home at 11 at night. I saw the hours of work and studying they each put in. I saw the constant motion and rampage in the streets of New York. I saw the chaos in the subway during rush hour. I saw the hours going by without even noticing And I saw myself in the same whirlpool before I even noticed...
I have spent almost all my time either looking for an apartment online, or visiting them. Now I am mixing that with orientation week for school... and next week I start classes. I need to think about my experiences before they pass by too quickly. And every talented writer will tell you, that if you want to write, write as much as you can. And then write a little more.
So I hope that through these posts, I can step out of the mad-rush I'm constantly in and catch my breath for just a few minutes. This isn't easy, but its definitely a stepping stone towards something. I'm still not sure what that something is, but its definitely something...
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