love becomes reality

Never in my life have I felt this close to the reality of New York City. I used to admire from afar, excitedly visit, glance its direction when I saw pictures or thought of it when I heard a siren. But today, this week, the week I've turned 30, the feeling has changed. It's not just an ongoing admiration or a subtle yearn. It is a vehement command, a destiny and a promise that's been 10 years in the making. It may have been that up until now I wasn't ready, but possibly maybe it was New York that hasn't been ready for me. I delcare that the fruit of my love is very soon to blossom and I declare that the landscape will not remain the same.