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Alright, that didn’t turn out as clever as it looked in my head. And no, that is not my toe. But I am out in New York staying at Saba’s place in the Financial District along with Geo and Ryan. Unfortunately, I left my ID in the town, barely made it on the plane and now I’m stuck going to all ages raves in the daytime (which are awesome).

New York is a beautiful shade of freezing. Every pigment of person, varying degrees of polarized income, all sharing the same sidewalks. There’s a constant race happening here, and everyone is out to defeat a different obstacle; Catching a train, making a flashing crosswalks or just escaping the cold. The pulse of this city is set uncomfortably high compared to my West Coast strut. On the West Coast I walk, here I maneuver. But, like all things you get accustomed to this way of life.

Outside my obsession with purchasing fake jesus chains on Canal Street, the excitement of this city isn’t the same as I remember it 10 years ago when I was living in Brooklyn for the summer. Obviously a lot has changed in my life since I was 17, so I can’t attribute all the lost luster to New York. The perfect setting was a staircase, a deuce deuce and a homie that could beat box. The backdrop of those teenage moments being Brooklyn, I easily had one of the best summers of my life (and the alcoholism starting winning).

Although the magnetic pull that propelled me to spend my days walking from borough to borough has faded, this place is still unique to anywhere I’ve been in the world. The networking you can do in a matter of days in NY is more then months in Seattle. Everyone is constantly checking each other out, sizing each other up and determining if they’re someone to know, cool guy or tell there friends about. There’s a nauseous inspiration that comes from realizing what is to gain, and how far away you are from it. It makes home feel so small. It is. Sometimes it takes leaving to remember that.