So I accidentally-on-purpose found this old photo of Time Square I took in 2008 with my Holga, and oh my wow, I just.. meh, I feel like my love affair with New York was cut too short I have to go back and pick up where we left off or else I’d spend my entire life counting whys and what-ifs.
Times Square, October 2008
You see, I’ve been watching movies lately. Last full shows. By myself. And if you must ask, it’s not that I don’t have friends to watch movies with, it’s just that I recently discovered that it’s therapeutic to watch movies alone. For one, I get to freely choose how I want my popcorn and have it all to myself (sour cream with extra salt, please). Secondly, I get to pick which movie to watch without the fear of being judged for my preference (chick flick which doesn’t require too much thinking, please).
I really don’t want to discuss in length how I thought Remember Me was too depressing to be watched alone, and how confusing it was to see Edward Cullen, James Bond, and Ellis Grey all together in one film; or how mediocre When In Rome was and how, the only interesting part of it was the fact that some scenes in the movie were shot in Rome (You’d think, with that title, that the entire film took place in Rome. Nope.)
I’m going to say my point now, people, my apologies for talking way too much.
What I’m saying is.. What really made my heart leap in both movies was how they brought me back to New York City and wooed me with beautiful moving images of Manhattan, Times Square, Central Park, Staten Island ferry, Brooklyn bridge, those yellow NYC taxi cabs, pigeons flying all over the place, and empty subway stations, so much that it starts to feel like there’s this void in my heart that only New York can fill.
I’m bound for New York again, I know it. I just don’t know exactly how in the universe it’s going to happen and when, but I am so going to be back there.