It's been a while, so I've decided I really need to write another post. The problem is, I'm not quite sure what to write about.
I could bore with tales of last week's exams and how elated I am that they're over. I could enlighten you with deep political statements, or start an ethical debate.
But not right now. Maybe another time. I guess I'll just tell you about what it's like to be a 15 year old girl living in the suburbs of Washington, DC in 2012.
You know, it's odd. I live in a great area, I go to a great school, and everything in life up until this point has been handed to me on a silver platter. But for some reason, none of this really makes me happy. I know, I know, the fact that I'm saying this when ten minutes five miles away from me there are people sleeping on the streets of DC sounds spoiled as all get out. But that's what I need to do. I need to GET OUT.
For some reason, I've always seen my home not as where I live, but New York city. I've been there... wait, no I lost count after 21638712631209371923. Heh. But in all honesty. I was there two weeks after 9/11. I was there during that blizzard a couple years ago. I was there on the 10th anniversary of 9/11. And so many times in between. I have shed countless tears over both entering and leaving that city. I know, I know... to form an emotional attatchment to a place is odd. But, to be honest, I think a lot of people do it. No matter where I go in the world, for me that city is the world. To me, the most beautiful site is not the hills of Tuscany, the Vatican, the London Eye looking over the Thames. It's not Mt. Tamalpais or the Emerald Isle or the Acropolis and the Parthenon.
It's the Manhattan skyline. And while that gaping hole, that deep emptiness immediatley signifies something missing, the skyline is still breathtaking. And whether I've seen it 1 time or 1,000... it's never gonna get old. :)
