City Life as I Know It

I’ve lived in New York City for a few months now; and so far, it isn’t that different from living anywhere else.  I sleep, I eat, I spend money and I try to make enough money to pay the bills.  All things I already did back in St. Louis.  But then every once in a while, as I ride the subway from Queens to Manhattan, or take a cab across the Queensboro Bridge into the city, my stomach does a little dance of excitement to see that city skyline.  And then again to walk the streets at night and look up at the thousands of lights from the buildings rising into the clouds. And of course, the beauty of Central Park, densely packed with huge trees and curving pathways, in the middle of all that concrete, is something I am awed by every time I walk through it.

The stress of life can be overwhelming anywhere, but I have heard all that concrete of city living can weigh down on a girl, and I have noticed that feeling already.  I heard a quote once, that a place is only as good as the people in it.  I think that is just as true in New York, with all its city sparkle; if you don’t have good people to spend down-time with, life is a lot less fun.  So even though I already love this city, I love that I have good people to enjoy my time with as well.  I don’t think anywhere would be a fun place to live, if you were all alone.

Oh, and I am EXTREMELY excited to see the city all dressed up in holiday decorations and SNOW.  I will take the difficult travelling if it means I get to see the city blanketed with snow and glittering Christmas lights. Aaahhh, the holiday season!

Bring Back the Gentleman

I recently reread Jane Eyre; and then just this morning, I watched, for the billionth time, Pride & Prejudice (the Keira Knightley version).  It doesn’t matter how many times I’ve read the books or watched the movies, every time Mr. Bingley proposes to Jane I tear up; and then Mr. Darcy and Lizzie come together and I start crying all over again.  

Now, I am not a gal who cries easily at any little thing.  I guess I am particularly partial to the time periods of those novels, because there are no love stories like those anymore.  I have yet to meet such a gentleman.  The way Bingley agonized over his proposal, his adorable awkward behavior.  And then Mr. Darcy, so strong and stern, and yet falls to pieces for the girl he loves.  Even Jane and Mr. Rochester’s dark love story is beautiful.  Why, oh why cannot men have manners such as theirs?  If there is a reason for my pessimistic attitude towards marriage, it is because there is no-one I have seen to contradict it.

Further, it is not just the men’s manners that cause trouble.  There are just as many women out there who settle for various reasons; or women who put up with their significant others’ behaving poorly.  There are also women who throw themselves out there a little too much, leaving no mystery.  To be specific, having sex five minutes after you meet someone.  Now, I am a 21st century girl, and I am very outspoken and open-minded, but that doesn’t mean I would just sleep with the next guy who gives me a compliment.  Both men AND women should mix their 21st century minds with the genteel actions of the past. 

As a writer with an over-active imagination, I will always have that spark of hope that a Mr. Darcy will sweep me off my feet, but until then, I will be perfectly content becoming successful on my own!