Clearly my first post-grad post ( I’m On the Right Track baby, I Was Born this Way ) got me a little too hyped. Instead of going places, I’ve managed to trip first (but baby steps first, right?). It’s only been a little more than a month since graduation, and I’m recovering from a terribly sprained foot due to a morning run around the neighborhood.
The summer simmers from the heat of the city concrete sidewalks. I’m still familiarizing myself with the new area (above all, the blast of Hindi pop from speeding car stereos. In my lifetime, it’s been mostly Eurodance, rap, and country). Yet, there’s still that “Mainer” part of me that whispers ‘home’- evidently, I know this, because apparently my fast-paced strut has slowed to a stroll (there’s nothing more offensive than being mistaken for a tourist, especially for a New Yorker). If anything, Maine has definitely sharpened my senses for taking the time to note the little details: license plates have yellowed, and I can’t spend the day in libraries anymore.
So how have I been passing the time- besides vegging out to this campaign, watching the Webby Awards (I admit, the only awards show I’ve sat through entirely), and salivating creative juices from this Cannes Lions event (basically, geeking out on the Internet)? Paradoxically, I’ve been out more- like exploring the new Highline and meeting strangers, teaching myself Korean, and learning real estate terms (...real world stuff). And I’ve also developed a plan that may sound a little out of tune: I’m going to take every train from beginning to end, and I’ve invited a few bobcats for the (probably 2-day long) ride.
Hope everyone enjoys the fireworks (I know I will, from my rooftop!), and the food as well. Anyway, please excuse the cliche of this post’s title, but doesn’t the long weekend make everyone “feel like a plastic bag, drifting through the wind, wanting to start again“?
You just gotta ignite, the light, and let it shine:
Just own the night like the 4th of July.
