You know, I look through photos people have taken during their visits to the United States, and it occurred to me...
Life here in Australia, it's just too simple, y'know? Too realistic? I live a quiet life of mediocrity, much like everyone around me.
I should appreciate what I have here in Australia. I'm safe, I'm surrounded by good people and I live in a peaceful country where I could live comfortably for the rest of my life.
But that's not for me, y'know? I need the free-wheeling lifestyle, the glitz and glamour. I can't thrive on the simplicity of my life.
That was one of the things that struck me most about New York City. That somehow, it didn't seem real. This was a place of fiction, the city you see in Law & Order and the like. It's a setting where wild things happen, a city of celebrities and grandeur.
To go from that back into reality? It leaves me feeling cold, like I'm sitting in an empty bath tub once full of hot, steamy water. Strange analogy, but it sprung to mind so I went with it.
Why is it that a guy like myself with such a disdain for people seeks a crowded, fake environment? Who knows. All I know is that I need to shed this lifestyle, and fast...
