Why do i always feel compelled to compare? Paris is entirely unlike New York City, everyone know that, and no one is asking me to choose.
But New York is my new love and my feelings toward Paris are messy, like a lingering love affair one should really think of ending. Paris is beauty, grandiose beauty everywhere, but it doesn't dazzle me the way New York does anymore.
New York is awesome, gritty, electrically charged and so full of possibilities. New York is a city that pulsates, and I along with it. New York wants to sweep me off my feet and carry me along. New york tells me that everything is possible, and I believe it.
Paris tells me that the way things are is the way things have always been and will always be. Part of me wants to challenge it, but part of me is already thinking of the next eclair and says, 'a quoi bon?' Of course, Paris is so much more tender and gentle to me, but here i slip into a a casual comfort that is just a tad claustrophobic. I know where things are, i know how they work, I know why I got the hell away.
Still, in every street i drool guiltily in front of ads for apartments for sale just as i did in New York, imagining the life that could be.
But New York? Paris? Who am I kidding. Neither are mine. Lets not forget that in a short week I will be in L.A. Not awful mind you, i have no right to complain, (as Isabelle was right to remind me) but at this point in my life L.A. feels about as thrilling as an arranged marriage.