New York

I can't seem to get New York out of my head lately. Maybe when I was there (I almost typed 'when we were there') someone knocked me out and took a little bit of my brain or something. Or maybe it's just because I've seen a few movies and things that feature Times Square.

I loved New York. Maybe it was just the awesome people I was there with (you know who you are) and the fantastic time we all had. But no, I honestly think that the city charmed me quite a bit.

I think I could live there. I think I want to live there, or at least go back again for a large amount of time. It gave me such a sense of everything being right there, all crammed in, meaning that there was music and art and writing and different people and cultures and religions everywhere. I want more.

Of course, New York isn't cheap, so I'll have to wait until I'm rich and or famous before I invest in a funky loft or something. Talk about inspiration to finish my novel...