I have been waiting for this stop, this city, for a year – since the last time I was here.
New York City.
It is, to date, my favorite place in the world.
And I am sick.
I want to cry about the unfairness of me being sick in my favorite place in the world. I’m tempted to stress about minutes flying by unused. But what would be the point? At whom would I be raging? Fate?
Fate never has seemed too moved by my tempter tantrums.
So, I will not rage, I will not cry, I will not try to pretend to not be sick and bulldog my way through a half-ass experience. I will, for once in my life, just surrender and wait for the time to be right.
And then, Big Apple, watch out.