Monday, January 3, 2011

My City, My Heart

Untitled Their faces press up against the glass looking in awe at all that surrounds them.
They excitedly ask questions about this building, that one, the art, the train.
Their are excited, inquisitive, and full of wonder.

My heart is swelling.
Filling and feeding off their energy, the city's energy,
It feels alive, comfortable at home.

Oh how I love this city.

The lights, the noise, the mass of humanity.
The hidden works of art scattered throughout the buildings, the people.

I miss it so much. My heart aches and wonders.

But I know.

This, now, here.

This is where we need to be.
This house, this suburban space.
These schools, these people.
This is where we are meant to be.

The city will be waiting.
it’s big shoulders warm and welcoming when the time is right.

For now I sit back and take it all in.
The lights, the noise, the bustle.
Let it fill my heart, and their minds, until we meet again.


Shell said...

I'm not a city girl. I'm a beach girl stuck in a small town. SIGH.

Erin said...

I feel this way everytime I visit NYC (which isn't often), but I could never live there. I do enjoy the hustle and bustle every once in awhile though.

Anonymous said...

I understand! I didn't grow up in a big city, just 35,000 people. But still, way different from an acre of land 5 miles from (a small) town. Good for the kids though! I visit NYC once a year, when I visit my family in MA. Did you grow up in NYC?

Alita said...

I'm a suburban/country girl and I don't think I could live in the city but I love visiting :)