I don’t know WHAT it is, but over the past six months or so, I’ve become really wishy washy in terms of being able to make decisions. Not big ones, mind you. The day to day ones. I change my mind constantly, and can’t seem to figure out a schedule for myself of how to live my life, where and with whom I want to socialize and where my home base fits into all of it.
Maybe it’s just part of being young and living in New York City. There’s always something to do, and something (or someone) to tempt you, that if you really wanted, you could be occupied practically every hour of the day. It’s hard sometimes to take a step back and not feel like you’re absolutely missing something. I feel that a lot of New Yorkers never outgrow this. They might take breaks, but that somehow they’re always moving and caught up in…yes…THE SCENE.
I guess that’s what it is. That New York feels to me like an atmosphere full of missed connections. That when you’re at home you feel surrounded by potential energy that just sort of sits there.
