Rachel Young

tuesday, august 14, 2001

I had a lot on my mind this afternoon. I let myself get worked up about something when I know I shouldn�t have. Everything always works out for the better�I�m a firm believer of this. So I allowed five minutes of pitiful sulking before I slapped myself out of it and found something to do to preoccupy my time.

I must have walked over fifteen miles in the city tonight. Walked uptown, then downtown, and everywhere in between. I thought I could walk forever at the rate I was going. But it was exactly what I needed to clear my head and regain composure. I did make a mental note, however, that Mondays are not the most sanitary or pleasant evenings to walk around in the city. Apparently it�s �Take-All-Your-Accumulated-Rotting-Crap-Out-on-the-Side-of-the-Street� night. Also known as trash day. Loads and loads of it every five steps I took.

Well, somewhere around mile 8 I decided to take a little break and rest for a while. I sat in Bryant Park and caught the last few minutes of the showing of Dr. Zhivago before the intermission. The conclusion is airing tomorrow night. So after the brief break, I continued on my journey and headed downtown. I waited at a traffic light at the corner of the park and a tall young gentleman with dark hair and dark eyes came up behind me and said something to me in a very soft-spoken voice. His English accent threw me off and I wasn�t sure what he said. He repeated himself and this time I understood he was asking me for directions to a particular building. Ask me for a street name with a number in it and chances are good I can give you directions, but a specific building?

�I�m sorry. I�m not sure where it is,� I courteously replied.

�Oh. You�re not from here?� he asked. And this began a ten minute civil conversation at the corner of Bryant Park. It ended with him saying, �I�ll see you tomorrow then. You are coming to see the conclusion of the movie, right?�

�We�ll see.� I smiled and waved goodbye. I would be very surprised if he actually took the time to scout the park out for me tomorrow. I don�t know if I�ll make it. If I had been in a better mood, I might have stayed and talked with him a little longer. But seeing as I was on a mission to clear my head this evening, long deep conversations with random strangers was not exactly high on my priority list.

But getting lost in good music always is. Onward I went until I hit HMV and spent a good time practically listening to every cd on the shelf. This store is going to rob me of all of my money. I already know this to be fact just as clearly as I know one day I�ll meet my Maker. My current obsessions are Train, Travis The Man Who, Depeche Mode Exciter, Michelle Branch The Spirit Room, and a couple dance mixes.

Music is comfort for the soul.

So finally at 1am, I�m home in my cozy apartment feeling much better although my legs are a bit sore. A good, long casual walk on a cool night with the occasional sprinkle is just what I needed (it would have been perfect had it not been for the overwhelming stench of everyone�s weekly garbage permeating my senses).

I love New York. I can�t imagine myself anywhere else right now.

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