Last week, I browsed through my old online diary entries.
I like to look at them from time to time to see how much I've changed or not changed. I have certainly matured (we would all hope), a big majority of it just from the past two years. Some things are embarrassing (a lot less than I expected, at least), and with some things I am impressed with myself. I don't know what exactly I'm searching for when I read back on these things. Maybe to see if I ever subconsciously foreshadowed a present truth? Or, maybe to make myself feel better that I've matured?
I feel that I'm at a confusing time in my life. Older, more experienced people advise us not to freak out if we don't have it all figured out right now. I guess I'm not freaking out, but I admit I was a little bit when I first started my new job three months ago.
My transition to New York still feels seamless. Not to say that I came in knowing it so well, but that it never blew me away that I was here like I imagined it to be. Cliff told me I should look up a little when I walk, taking notice of the grandeur of the architecture and other minor appreciation that makes New York, New York. I do this sometimes, when I get frustrated at the people in front of me taking their sweet ass time.
Needless to say, New York culture is fascinating. It's made up of so many people from different places and experiences. There isn't much more to "do" than in any other major city, but yes, there are more options. I'm constantly reminded and humbled by my experience in Cincinnati. It will keep me grounded in knowing that there is no such thing as "the greatest."
It's a busy work week (rather, month), but I want to try and write as much as I can. Doing the re-readings were of great joy to me last week.
