Just a Thought

I wrote this while a few days back, but I didn’t have access to internet at the time. So, here it is. A few days late:

If I don’t live in a big city when I grow up… I’ll hate my life.

Today, I arrived in Nashville for the SCOPE conference. Most, if not all, of you don’t know/care about what that stands for. To the few who DO claim to care: look it up if you really want to know.

Moving on:

For dinner, we decided to go into the heart of the city. We ate dinner at a delicious restaurant, then took a nighttime stroll down Broadway.

I don’t know what it is that I love about cities.

I love the feeling of being surrounded by cold weather.

I love wearing a jacket over my hoodie.

I throw my hood up and tuck my hair away from the rain.

There’s just something about the way the neon lights reflect off the rain.

It takes your breath away and completely mesmerizes you.

Something about the way you feel the rain drops hit your jacket.

I pass by numerous clubs, and the live music sounds so real.

Each bar has a different singer; some are sad, while some are happy.

You feel their emotions through their words and the music around them.

I breathe in, and the smell of the wet pavement mixes with smoke and enters my lungs.

Ironically, it feels as if I can finally breathe fully.

I shove my hands in my pockets and hum to myself.

I skip over puddle after puddle, and I can feel my shoes and jeans start to get wet.

A genuine laugh escapes my lips, and I can see my breath lingering in the air.

It mixes with the night sky and disappears.

My ears never rest for a single moment.

New sounds. New music. New sensations.

I’m so small compared to the spacious atmosphere.

Each building has its own story; each street has its own legend.

I stroll down the streets without caring where I am.

I become part of the numerous faces that I pass.

Strangers complete the picture.

It doesn’t matter where they’re from or where they’re headed.

All that matters is that, at that moment, they are in a place where time seems to stop.

An old man tips his hat at me, and I smile back at him.

Tomorrow doesn’t matter.

Tonight is what I live for.

No regrets. No expectations. Just the life of the city running through me.

I’m an imperfect person in an imperfect city.

And when I find myself in a city like this…

I’m home.