It’s my last day here. I wasted half of it sitting in front of the computer doing what I normally do in dallas. True, there are still many monuments to be awed by, artworks to contemplate about, overpriced items to drool over, but I have always held the philosophy of doing what I like when I like. No point in killing my feet visiting every supposedly worthy place in this jungle, like Frances said, it’s better to leave a little behind, a slight sense of regret to treasure in memory.
I just realized this is my first English entry in New York. Guess I better leave the details for later when I present my photos, or this entry would take up a long long time. I want to leave here happy, not thinking about what I didn’t have the chance to do, but think about all the wonderful things I have seen.
I think I like this city. It was not the city that made me unhappy, but the fact that I was always by myself. In the train, along the street, on top of the Empire State Building, on the dock looking across at the Statue of Liberty. Even with my friends, I would drop behind and see them walking in front of me, wondering if I stepped off to the other side of the track, would they notice? I have a quiet sense of acceptance of this aloneness, and only when I am in the museums in front of an artwork would I forget it, for then I feel like I am the artist’s audience, and he/she is speaking personally to me.
I think I crave too much attention for my own good. Anyway, I want to go home now. I think I will miss the walks, the quiet thinking hours, and all the wonderful things here. But I want to be home now.
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