dear park, dear central park,
i’ll never cheat on you. i’ll never change you for another. in the summer, you give me green and a place to lay down in the grass. in the fall, you give me colors and a place to wander. in the winter, you give me white and blue and a place of beauty in the middle of a grey city. and in the spring you give me pink and a place to fall in love. not with other parks of course – with you. even more then i already was. but, it’s not spring yet, and still i write you a love letter. it’s that bad. white and blue it is for now.
so, what do i do when i wake up and the view from my bedroom window is this?
i head out to the park a.s.a.p., crossing a few streets that look like this:
eventually, i enter the park – and marvel over all of this:
the light, the lines, the sounds, the weight of the snow on the trees… magical. and after my walk, blogpost-writing & hot chocolate @ joe’s coffee:
if you wouldn’t know me and you read this blog you might think i have moved to a park instead of a city. or that the only thing i like about this city is the park. i realize my writings are –up to this point and who knows for how much longer- for 90% about the park.
let me explain. i love this city. love, as in: sometimes i feel so much love it makes me want to sing (which is not necessarily a good thing in my case), sometimes i am annoyed by it, sometimes it makes me laugh, sometimes i hate it, sometimes i never wanna leave. and i will certainly write about the city – there’s so much to say it’s daunting. but during these days of job-searching, the park is my most reliable friend. in fact, even though i love the city, i am in love with the park. it’s always there, it doesn’t have to go to work like most of my friends here. when i leave the park, i always feel better then when i entered. it’s like i put on invisible pink glasses when i enter. i run, i walk, i skip, i listen, i watch, i wander. and i’m in love with it no matter the season.
i know there’s other parks out there. wilhelmina in utrecht (beautiful, but organized and small), retiro in madrid (absolutely one of my favorite parks in europe, but again almost too well-kept) and bryant park here in nyc (a weak spot, and my favorite small city park, but it cannot top central park).
and thus, after months of being in love with you and all you’ve done for me, dear central park, i can say that i’ll never cheat on you.
you’ll always be my number 1.
& a short glimpse of daily life other then the park…
- pre-christmas with char and jdubs(!),
- white christmas and blizzard in nyc with matt’s family,
- nye with friends,
- typing applications,
- high school-tutoring (my volunteer job – more on that later when i take those pink glasses of),
- lots of (good!) cooking at home,
- exploring new neighborhoods with m,
- drinks and dinners with friends
- running in the park, snow or no snow,
- and more looking for jobs, applications, cv’s…
> …wish me luck!