

Only a few more hours left to go here in New York. And you know what? I really don't want to leave. I've had such a nice time, and it's so nice to be back in america for once. (It's been a long time). I have work already on sunday so I need to get out and get some rest before I jump back into work. But now I've been thinking, like, "hmm." New york is a really, really, nice place. Mostly though in the past couple weeks I've really formed an emotional attachment to the place. It's probably the only place in the world that has so many people from my past concentrated all in once place. I have girlfriends from highschool through college, best freinds from every age. Casual aquantances, people I've met on planes in foreign countries and models that I've met from nearly every place in the world.
I think the thing that makes it such a magical place for me in part is that it is exactly that type of junction for my life. Everything seems to come through this place, somehow. And that's nice. I have history in prague, which is nice, but even though I have been there nearly six years, it's really nothing compared to the years I have from living in the states.
So I will keep that in mind.
This is Amanda. We went to college together, about five/six years ago. We were in the same program and lived in the same building. I dated her roommate years ago for like five seconds. It's funny the things that last and the things that dissapear. We went to breakfast this morning, and seeing her was like walking around the corner into five years ago. Nothing had changed. She's still just as beautiful/wonderful/fabulous as she was back then. And seeing her again was about the most refreshing thing in the world.
Yeah. New York is pretty fabulous. I wonder though, would living here change that impression? Certianlly living in prague (reputadly one of the most beautiful cities in the world) has changed my impression of it. I still certianlly regard it as an incredibly beautifull place, but I don't see it as home. And as much as I love it and as much history and heart I have in that place, I don't think I could grow old there. It saddens me to think of it as continuing on without me though. I threw myself so deeply into the czech culture, that as much as they might disagree, I do consider myself a tiny bit czech. If there were a stamp I could get that would say 'honory czech' I would do whatever it took to get one. I want/need to leave the czech republic, but I don't want the Czech Republic to ever leave me. Rozumis?
Anyway. I think I would be scared a bit of moving back to america, if only for the fact that I fear my 'magic' in life might wear off a bit. Right now I really enjoy the lifestyle of traveling to different countries every couple of weeks. I love the mistique of hoping on a plane and three hours later catching a taxi through North Africa. I love that. I really love that. I love the fact that I have through all sorts of tragedy, loss, difficulty, love, joy, hopes, dreams, freinds, lovers, pain, sadness and happiness; really-trully-honestly built a life for myself that looks exactly how I wanted it. I am alive and living the life I dreamed of when I was 16. When I lay in bed afterschool with my first girlfriend running my hands through her hair, dreaming of all that lay ahead. I'm proud that I can make the people I love proud. Happy that I can be the person I knew I could be.
Every day I am fufiling my dreams. Step by step. I haven't yet made it. Haven't yet 'done it all'. But thats fine. That path through life that we spend years looking through the fog of youth/indecision/insecurity is before me. It is clear road, and although I might not know exactly where it leads, I do know that I am on my way.