Stamford, CT

Before I go on my rambling, I would like to apologize to everyone reading this blog. When I write, I write to myself and mostly for myself. It’s more like a journal to help me remember what I was doing and what I was thinking. Sometimes I forget that others are reading this. My thoughts are scattered, random, and probably insignificant. I wonder if I’ll look back at this one day and probably think how silly I was. I feel I’ve become repetitive and uninteresting. I think too much, and sometimes thinking is depressing. I'm sure things will light up, hopefully. I’d also like to apologize for the first post on this blog. Those are not my words. I’ve gotten comments on it of how good it was. It’s not mine. I should have credited the person who wrote that poem. It was on the radio back in 1999, and I’ve never forgotten about it. I still don't know who it was by. However, I’m glad that people like it, and I hope it’s meaning to them doesn’t change, because it’s great advice. That’s why I used it. But I apologize for deceiving anyone that didn’t already know that song.

That being said… back to the over thinking. I took the train from Jersey to meet up with Adam in NYC before I head over to Stamford. While waiting at the station, I did what I usually did, I people watched. This was different though. They were all kinds of people. Artists, people dressed up in suits, always on the go and in a hurry, homeless people, travelers, and I guess what you would call “average” people. I wondered what kind of people they were. If they were trying to make it big or just trying to make it through. Either way, it sort of saddened me. Going through life either way is just not… fun. I looked at one guy in a suit. Thought he might be a big shot. Then I looked at his eyes, and they were very humble. I figured he was one that was trying to make it though. I hope I’m right, but only because I’d like to think that I can’t be deceived.  

I got to New York in a heartbeat. New York City always seems to bring out the worst in me. Not always, just sometimes. And that day, it did. I’m not sure what it is. The people aren’t really that mean, the streets aren’t really that dirty. Maybe because it’s so busy? Maybe because I’m trying to get somewhere at a certain time? I don’t know. But I become not such a good person. Like the poem said, leave before it makes you too hard. 20 minutes is kind of short. Ha. I’ve been to New York plenty of times. It’s a great city. Guess that just wasn’t my day. I did meet with Adam and his girlfriend, had dinner and caught up a little bit. It’s always good seeing a friend. Even though we hung out for a few hours, it felt like it was a couple of minutes.

I took a taxi to Grand Central Station. Best cab driver I ever had. He was so much fun to talk to. He was from Idaho. Who’s from Idaho? He said there’s nothing there, maybe a few potatoes. Anyway, Grand Central was beautiful! I took the train out to Stamford. Have I mentioned how awesome the public transportation is out east? It’s awesome. You never need a car. It’s organized, reliable, and pretty cheap. Not just in New York, but the surrounding areas. It’s fantastic. Anyway, Miranda picked me up from the station and we started our weekend. I hadn’t seen Miranda for a couple of years. But when I saw her, I immediately became 17 again. I don’t think she did though. Ha, that’s ok. It was great couple of days with her. It’s always a great time with her. I feel like she’s changed, but maybe not. Maybe she just matured and I went back to being my immature 17-year-old self. I am quite happy for her. She seems to be in a good place.

Stamford was nice. It didn’t have anything particular or anything that stood out. Definitely not a touristy town, but it was nice town, much like home. If I go there again, it would only be to visit Miranda. But then again, that’s pretty much the only reason I went there in the first place. And it was a lot of fun. Tomorrow is an early day. Going to New York to catch the Megabus to DC. Maybe I should’ve have planned things out better. Who would go through those two cities on 9/11? I guess I’m going to. It’s ok, it’s not like I’m Middle Eastern or anything…

09/09/11