I left the States physically almost 15 years ago but in my mind I don't think I ever really left.
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New York still runs in my veins, the masses, the filth, the carbon coated air are all as fresh to me as when I lived there, but is it still there?
I always knew when I flew out of JFK headed for Sydney that changes would come to the home I left behind me, changes I'd long worked & hoped for, changes I so wanted to see... but the things that have happened in my absence I would never have dreamt!
I want to walk those streets again, feel the buzz the life of My city.
I lived on it's life... it's loathing... it's fear for so many years but now I know it has changed, mutated ...regressed and I fear that it will be unrecognisable to me.
I fear what the sight of that gaping wound at the bottom of my island will do to me, the place where I saw so many concerts, where I waited for class to begin in those dredful college days & where I went to remind myself that the city does meet the sea.
The view from here is so different, I've learned to see my city through the eyes of people to whom tbe Brooklyn Bridge, WTC Washington Square & the city are folkloric monuments and not a living breathing entity as I know them to be!
Maybe what I really fear is that they may become that to me.
Life is rhythm and rhythm is everything!