KristyWes

New York, Je T'aime

Looking west in Central Park

I spend a lot of time wishing for change.

Change in both the little things (like weather) and bigger things (like heart-ache).

Sometimes it's a short wait for that change I want.  Springtime weather is fickle, for instance; slosh through a few days of rain and you'll arrive at a few days of sun. 

But other changes make me wait...and wait...and wait. 

Sometimes I wonder if God isn't tired yet of hearing me ask, "How long, oh Lord, how long?"  (I ask him that every day.  Several times a day.  If he's tired of it, he hasn't told me, so I guess I'll keep asking.)

That kind of waiting can wear on a girl.  It's been wearing on this girl, anyways.

If I stay inside my head, sometimes change begins to seem incomprehensible.  I can't hardly imagine another reality than my present situation. 

But if I look around me, around this town, I see change everywhere.  There is movement.  There are comings and goings.  There are make-overs and renovations.  Trash becomes art. An empty lot becomes a garden.

Maybe this city's constant flux is a reminder for me that change happens.

Or maybe it's my consolation prize. I may keep waiting for certain changes, but other changes are happening all around me, mine to discover.  Right outside my front door.¹

Either way, I appreciate this city for its ever-changing nature, its surprises, its secrets, its possibilities.

Just wanted to remind myself of that today.

Actually, GothamGirl reminded me of it first, when she wrote on her blog:

"You can walk the exact same street every day and see something different.

Every minute, every hour, every day is a movie scene."

It's true.  And it's awesome.  New York, je t'aime.


¹ Literally. My super is renovating our lobby. Dust and dirt everywhere. A story for another time...