The internet in this Starbucks is super slow and as I'm waiting for my Reaxys page to load, I figure I might as well blog since I haven't in a while. (I do hope that BALUG: Blog A Lot Until Graduation doesn't turn into BALUG: Blog A Little Until Graduation...big cookie for the reference). The reason for the ridiculously slow nets, is probably because I'm on VPN here so I can get to Reaxys because oh hayy this Starbucks is on Broadway. WHAT. I'm in New York for the second-to-last of my grad school visits.
Now, I love visiting New York. Every once or twice a semester when Culture Draw comes along, I am ecstatic to come and spend the day in the Big Apple. I love the glam and the glitz of Broadway. I love Rockefeller Center. I love Central Park, the museums, and the art. I love the feeling fabulous as I walk down the street even when I know I'm not. But I've never thought I could live here. It's always been too tall, too gray and too dirty, too hot in the summer, to humid to bear, too fast, and too hectic. For me, it's always been a great place to visit, as long as I can get away at the end of the day. But being here the past couple of days may have gotten to me. The scary thing is, as I'm sitting in the window facing Times Square, sipping my Skinny Caramel Macchiato, I could see myself living here...if I weren't a chemist.
Don't get me wrong. Columbia was amazing. I loved the campus, what little there was, the professors, the students and the Upper West Side. But I have no illusions about my life if I were to live here. Perhaps, if I were writing my thesis, I would be able to come feed off the energy of this place, but by that time, I fear the novelty will have worn thin. If I were a writer, a designer, an artist, perhaps, the numerous juxtapositions that I see right in front of me could congeal into some sort of inspiring piece of work. At the same time, however, just this weekend, I have unwittingly ran into several friends who I haven't seen for a long time. I had breakfast with I.C., and just ran into K.C. when my computer ran out of batteries and I had to trade plug slots with someone. I didn't even know K was in the city until running into him which is craaazy. I also saw lots of nuns in sequins. Sparkly nuns. Only in Sister Act.
Now, I love visiting New York. Every once or twice a semester when Culture Draw comes along, I am ecstatic to come and spend the day in the Big Apple. I love the glam and the glitz of Broadway. I love Rockefeller Center. I love Central Park, the museums, and the art. I love the feeling fabulous as I walk down the street even when I know I'm not. But I've never thought I could live here. It's always been too tall, too gray and too dirty, too hot in the summer, to humid to bear, too fast, and too hectic. For me, it's always been a great place to visit, as long as I can get away at the end of the day. But being here the past couple of days may have gotten to me. The scary thing is, as I'm sitting in the window facing Times Square, sipping my Skinny Caramel Macchiato, I could see myself living here...if I weren't a chemist.
Don't get me wrong. Columbia was amazing. I loved the campus, what little there was, the professors, the students and the Upper West Side. But I have no illusions about my life if I were to live here. Perhaps, if I were writing my thesis, I would be able to come feed off the energy of this place, but by that time, I fear the novelty will have worn thin. If I were a writer, a designer, an artist, perhaps, the numerous juxtapositions that I see right in front of me could congeal into some sort of inspiring piece of work. At the same time, however, just this weekend, I have unwittingly ran into several friends who I haven't seen for a long time. I had breakfast with I.C., and just ran into K.C. when my computer ran out of batteries and I had to trade plug slots with someone. I didn't even know K was in the city until running into him which is craaazy. I also saw lots of nuns in sequins. Sparkly nuns. Only in Sister Act.
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