It's The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year

I must admit, this is my most favourite part of the year. That’s a lie because I find value in every season, however, for me I feel that once September hits, it’s a slippery slope of sheer sappy happiness. Let me explain. September is my birthday, jovial because I get presents and party. I realized that the slippery slope shall be pushed back to October now since I just realized my age. Moving on: October-the weather drastically changes as Autumn blows Summer out of the ballpark. The air becomes more crisp, blunt and direct. There’s something ridiculously nostalgic about this change in atmosphere that I can’t specifically put my finger on it. All I know is that I get this twinge in my soul and I most deeply appreciate it. The leaves change colours emphasizing the glorious beauty of nature’s scheme. Not to mention Halloween isn’t a blast. November: ah, November. The obvious is that November holds Thanksgiving. As by last Thanksgiving, I can’t fathom how I went three years without eating meat. I love the gluttonous gorging that takes place on Thanksgiving: I can even smell that basted turkey now. The mashed potatoes…oooooh loving that gravy sauce. Cranberry sauce is so delightfully tangy and tart to contrast the buttery warmth of the turkey. I can go into a novel describing each and every single side complimenting the decadent meal, but I won’t. Just know that I eat luxuriously, without hesitation to binge as a fat plump queen for days drunken into stupor by tryptophan. Oh yes, I forgot…and the fact that family comes together to share this Fat Tuesday like splendor and it’s the month of both of my parents birth. Thanksgiving shoes us straight into December, which Winter makes her presence. I love the frigid air. The white blanket of snow perched so elegantly on the streets before it turns into a disgusting muddy muck of a pigsty.


December holds the birth of baby Jesus! It holds Christmas cheer, music, presents and holiday joy. It is the month where I actually enjoy hanging with my family because no one can be mad during December! It calls for winter break. Skiing (which I’ve never done, but I can fantasize). It holds vacationing up north with my boyfriend, where we snuggle so closely because it’s so chilly. It beckons hot chocolate and nutcrackers and Santa Clause. It is the only time people spend like lunatics and don’t feel morose over it…well…maybe not as morose because it ‘tis the season of giving! It also kicks our tushy’s to the next year as we go out with a big bang for New Years intowhich we all are technically cleansed like a christened child for all the sinful, self indulging activities we engaged in. January rolls around and we start off fresh with our New Years resolution and start the whole miserable process all over again.

I am sitting outside in Astoria at a very quaint eatery called Martha’s Bakery. The weather was too tempting to remain indoors. I must say that I enjoy staying in my new place with the window wide open and my front door open to allow the freshness of the air to filter the house. I like that about this place in comparison to my old apartment. This feels like a house because I open my door to the outside and not a hallway. However, I decided I needed to walk around and I took my laptop and I took my camera with me. I snapped a few shots and decided I needed to blog since I haven’t blogged in ages. While snapping photos I literally was narrating what I would blog at that instant, but now for the life of me I can’t remember. I guess it’s a good thing. Every time I decide to take photos, I forget how much I really love to do so. I don’t consider myself a photographer, but I do consider myself as a strong admirer of the arts. I am also vain enough to say that I like the work I do and sometimes I take damn good shots. However, I am sure many of us out there think we are all photographers in one way or another because of how technology nowadays makes it so easy to get an “artistic” photograph. I don’t really know what kind of photographer I’d call myself. I don’t focus primarily on any one subject. I love buildings, I love people, I love inanimate objects and I love nature. I think my style is that if I like it, I snap it. I like to take my time with photography, and if you know me-that’s just my personality with anything. I love my father, but he loves snapping 50 pictures of the same thing and hopes that a few come out good. Now that’s smart mathematically and with probability, but it really isn’t the premise of photography. My premise of photography is to capture that moment, in one single slot. Therefore, patience, a good eye and talent are vital. I would really like to post my shots, but as I have mentioned before…I’m very possessive and until I learn to lock the photos-I won’t post them.

I really like NYC. I truly do. I like how everything is different and so diverse. However, what scares me to my very core is the fact that the people here are complacent and that I’ll never be able to truly understand/know this place. I mean, I’ve lived in NYC for over a year now and I can’t tell you that I know something extremely well. It’s almost designed that way. It’s impossible to know every store, every eatery, every block, every neighborhood, every activity, every person. I know it’s the same for 99.9% of the rest of America, but you can come pretty close to knowing a lot. Here, it’s impossible even if one were to not sleep and venture out every second of every day. I also struggle with how people think here. It’s so carefree and so very disrespectful. Not everyone of course so don’t get your knickers in a twist saying I am prejudice and discriminative. Hey, I am a liberal bleeding heart at times too, but I also believe in something greater than this basic, materialistic, empty façade everyone parades around here like boasting peacocks. I can’t explain it. I can’t even explain it in my head. It’s something I feel. It’s something that makes this place so off to me. However, I must somewhat play into the game because I am here for a goal and I must reach that goal. I will.

I feel so cliché sitting at a café with my computer. I wish it wasn’t so cliché. It’s actually rather pleasant, especially in this weather. I have to go though because I am stuck between two imbeciles. To my left, a man that is flagrantly trying to boast about his financial endeavors and to my left a group of foreigners that are loud and smoking. However, before I depart I want to give a shout out to another amazing book by Ayn Rand: Fountainhead. I picked up reading this book last week and am nearly finished with it. It isn’t a victory about speed, because I can be honest I’m reading it rather slowly…however, it’s another amazing book and I recommend everyone to read this as well as Atlas Shrugged.