Funny how cyclical life is. Just yesterday morning, I caught myself saying, "I'm bored." This, despite living in the craziest, busiest city in the country. This, despite being stressed at work. This, despite having all kinds of plans and agendas. I'm never bored. Who has time to be bored??
Apparently me. Exactly a year ago, I was saying the same thing about Paris. But, like those new discoveries last summer in Paris (Inner tubes on the Seine! Tango dancers at dark!), I'm excited to see what New York will reveal to me this week. Something unexpected, something enlightening, and something wonderful is what I hope.