Wednesday, December 03, 2008

new york yesteryear

Whenever I walk down the crowded streets of New York, or when I'm on the train, or when I randomly happen to see myself still existing on bricks and mortar as I swim past all the din of the city, I remember..."I lived here".

I remember that there was once a girl who lived this life.

My East Coast past never seems to sink in and most of the time it all feels like a dream - a dream that, when in the moment, didn't feel like it was ever going to end and now that it's over doesn't feel like it ever really happened at all.

1 comment:

Essentially Me said...

That's the thing about past lives. I feel the same way with people I used to know. It's weird knowing that someone I was once so close to is not a practical stranger to me.