So I accidentally-on-purpose found this old photo of Time Square I took in 2008 with my Holga, and oh my wow, I just.. meh, I feel like my love affair with New York was cut too short I have to go back and pick up where we left off or else I’d spend my entire life counting whys and what-ifs.

I mean, come on. The signs are everywhere.
You see, I’ve been watching movies lately. Last full shows. By myself. And if you must ask, it’s not that I don’t have friends to watch movies with, I do have friends okay, it’s just that I recently discovered that it’s actually fun and therapeutic to watch movies alone. For one, I get to freely choose how I want my popcorn and have it all to myself (sour cream with extra salt, please). Secondly, I get to pick which movie to watch without the fear of being judged for my preference (something chick flick which doesn’t require too much thinking, please).
So it’s my third movie date with myself tonight. The last two movies I watched were Remember Me, and When In Rome, because they’re kindof the only chick flicks in the list and the other options were either way too comedy or way too serious for my taste.
I really don’t want to discuss in length how I thought Remember Me was too depressing to be watched alone, and how confusing it was to see Edward Cullen, James Bond, and Ellis Grey all together in one film; or how so-so When In Rome was, and how the only interesting part of it was the fact that some scenes in the movie were shot in Rome (you’d think, with that title, that the entire film took place in Rome, but no!)
I’m going to say my point now, people, sorry for talking way too much.
What I’m saying is.. What really made my heart leap in both movies was how they brought me back to New York and wooed me with beautiful moving images of Manhattan, Times Square, Central Park, Staten Island ferry, Brooklyn bridge, those yellow NYC taxi cabs, pigeons flying all over the place, and almost-empty subway stations, so much that it starts to feel like there’s this void in my heart that only New York can fill.
It’s a sign, you see. These movies — they are signs. I am bound for New York again, I know it. I just don’t know exactly how in the Universe it’s going to happen and when, but I am so going to be back there, the signs are just too obvious.
(And no, please don’t point out how stupid it is, and blasphemous, to consider these chick flicks as the Universe’ way of revealing to me my future. Of course I’m aware of the absurdity of that.) :P
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