Just 6 days to go until I return home.
Just 6 days to go, and this once-in-a-lifetime experience to live in New York is over.
Just 6 days to go, and I will have to say goodbye to my sister, who I probably won't be able to meet again until June.
But while these realizations are quite fresh in my mind, rather than scurrying over to the heart of the city, to see and experience more, what I really feel in my heart is a desire to read, to think, to pinpoint my GPS from an abstract cloud that surrounds me, a mixture of being lost, having to accomplish more than I am able, and a harrying thought in my mind that I should be more of an enthusiastic tourist.
I know this will get me nowhere, I know I can read, think, and write perfectly well at home.. but I suppose it's a matter of what I came to do here in New York. And if I came to do both of these things, to find myself and also New York, which has priority?
And I'm afraid the answer is to find myself, because I am sitting in my sister's room, basking in the occasional sunshine, book in one hand, glass of wine in the other, and it is bliss.
