The City: A Short Story

The air around me was cold, and it became ever more so as I observed the falling snow around me. I took a drag on my cigarette; and as I sat on the bench I enjoyed the silence around me.
New York was a loud and fierce city which I loved with every last breath of my dying body. But as I sat on the bench, my favorite bench, in the middle of Central Park, with the snow falling around me I couldn’t help but wonder why I was here.
The answer on face value was a simple one to me; or at least it should have been. I had moved here two years ago with my boyfriend to attend NYU for Photo Journalism. But with my time at NYU coming to a close, and my relationship along with it I simply couldn’t help but wonder what was keeping me here.
It’s not that I wanted to leave the city, more that I was looking for a reason to stay. It had always been my dream to live in New York, and be employed by The New York Times. But lately I wasn’t sure what my dreams were anymore.
When I told my family I was leaving the urged me to rethink my decision; they begged me not to go. They pleaded with me to find a school that was closer to home. And at that time I told them that the city was my home, and that I couldn’t find a school closer to my home than the one at it’s heart.
And now as I sit here, on my favorite bench, the one with a broken board and my name engraved on the back. The one in between the greenest and the softest pine trees; the one next to the drinking fountain that seldom is used. Halfheartedly smoking my cigarette I ask myself if I made the right decision.
And as I stand up; I think of this evermore. As I smother the life out of my cigarette in one of the knots on the bench and walk away with my hands in my pockets slowly exhaling smoke. I take in all of the scenery around me, the snow, the trees. And as I walk out of the park, and down the street to my apartment. I realize why I’m here. Because the city is just as much a part of me, as I am of it.

© 2010 John Egenhofer All Rights Reserved

The City: A Short Story

The air around me was cold, and it became ever more so as I observed the falling snow around me. I took a drag on my cigarette; and as I sat on the bench I enjoyed the silence around me.
New York was a loud and fierce city which I loved with every last breath of my dying body. But as I sat on the bench, my favorite bench, in the middle of Central Park, with the snow falling around me I couldn’t help but wonder why I was here.
The answer on face value was a simple one to me; or at least it should have been. I had moved here two years ago with my boyfriend to attend NYU for Photo Journalism. But with my time at NYU coming to a close, and my relationship along with it I simply couldn’t help but wonder what was keeping me here.
It’s not that I wanted to leave the city, more that I was looking for a reason to stay. It had always been my dream to live in New York, and be employed by The New York Times. But lately I wasn’t sure what my dreams were anymore.
When I told my family I was leaving the urged me to rethink my decision; they begged me not to go. They pleaded with me to find a school that was closer to home. And at that time I told them that the city was my home, and that I couldn’t find a school closer to my home than the one at it’s heart.
And now as I sit here, on my favorite bench, the one with a broken board and my name engraved on the back. The one in between the greenest and the softest pine trees; the one next to the drinking fountain that seldom is used. Halfheartedly smoking my cigarette I ask myself if I made the right decision.
And as I stand up; I think of this evermore. As I smother the life out of my cigarette in one of the knots on the bench and walk away with my hands in my pockets slowly exhaling smoke. I take in all of the scenery around me, the snow, the trees. And as I walk out of the park, and down the street to my apartment. I realize why I’m here. Because the city is just as much a part of me, as I am of it.

© 2010 John Egenhofer All Rights Reserved

Periodical Chaos

Do you ever feel like your life is so busy that it get’s past being controllable?

I’ve been doing so much lately that when I sit back and look at it, it amazes me.  The second semester is just starting, and my workload is already increasing immensely; yet the time I have seems to be decreasing at a faster rate.

Add on the fact that I’m soon to be working at a new place, and we’ve got a recipe for disaster. But I am not going to let my life spiral out of control again. I can do this, I know I can.

Besides school I haven’t been up to a lot recently. I’ve been keeping up with my writing, and I have some ideas for other creative projects; we shall see how  those unfold.

I’ve also been well on the way of beating Star Wars Knights of the Old Republic II: Sith Lords. It’s an amazing game so far, but it’s a lot shorter than the first which is a bit of a disappointment.

Firefox 3.6 is promising I suppose. I’ve changed the icons to that of pre 3.5.x versions of firefox, and I have a Firefox 2 theme and the OldBar addon running to make it all seem like the older version of Firefox. I’ll post a picture:

Firefox 2 Theme and URL Bar.

Henry is growing up so fast, Sunday (February 7, 2010) he’ll be four months old and he’s getting huge!

This post isn’t amounting to much; and is quite random. But it’s a post nonetheless.