Reading POWF's journal

So I began my new job in a new place. And not just any new place, one of the most daunting places I can think of, New York City. Its quite bizarre, going from suburbia to city living. You know that feeling you get (for me it occurs on my way to the train station) that you would rather just go home and curl up in your bed? I never experienced that feeling...of extreame home-sickness. And it only occurs as I'm getting where I need to be. Once I get where-ever (the apartment, work, the drug store that I've been wandering around for 10 mins looking for) it all dissapears.

As I'm sitting in the apartment write now I can hear the chaos outside. The traffic, the construction work, the subway rumble underneath me. I look through the barred windows and I can see a into the "backyard", which is really just a slab of concreat...but in the corner is a garden pot filled with bloomed daisys and tulips. Now if I concentrate I can hear the little birds outside as they eat the feed put out for them. And if I focus in on the flowers I can pretend for a second I'm back at home. Sitting in the hammock, hair salty from swimming in the ocean and smelling the fresh air surrounding me.

I geuss I can consider Earth my home. Or this universe. That way I can feel at home everywhere. That makes me feel a little better. Its funny, when you are somewhere you don't really want to be you can think of a million things you would rather be doing at home. But once you get there, you don't do any of them.

Enough rambling. Time to catch the 6.

We should of brought a bag of rocks....