Just another night

Why is it that it takes me uprooting my entire existance for me to start enjoying New York? Why couldn't the happiness that I now feel every morning have come sooner? It's probably just be the giddiness of anticipation spilling over into the present, but I'll take whatever I can get.

Last night, was a rare event. The dynamic duo hit the NYC nightlife. Mad World and Old Man reunited to celebrate the randomness of a Wednesday night binge. The night started out as it usually does. A pitcher here, a pitcher there. Random conversation A, random conversation B. At some point, it was decided to visit one of Old Man's previous haunts, a little Italian restaurant in the West Village that we hadn't visted in almost a year. Going there made me realize just how much time I have wasted in this god-forsaken city. In discussing how we had changed over this period, I realized that I couldn't pinpoint a single memorable event that had happened since our last visit. It was depressing to realize that, just as this restaurant persists in its static state, I hadn't grown as a person in a year. A year... that's a little over 4% of my life. How can a person live like that?

Hopefully, a few years down the road, I will look back at my cubicle "experiment" and laugh. Laugh that I voluntarily chose to convert to a sedentary lifestyle. Laugh that I subjected myself to 40 hours a week of florescent lighting for 9 months of my life. Laugh that it took me so long to make a change.

When I told my friend Amy that I was about to move cross country, she just laughed at me. She called me a nomad...and she would know, she spent a semester abroad living in a tent in Mongolia... It's true. If I stay in a place for more than a year, I start going crazy. Literally. Any anyone who hung out with me at my one year mark in NYC can vouch for this.

I don't think I will ever understand how people can live in the same town for their entire life. How can people not want to explore, to break out of their boring routine. But then again, I do hate about 95% of the general population, so I guess it makes sense.