We get to experience rain every day now for the past couple of weeks. I find myself pointlessly walking outside the office (I work nights, by the way), hopping from block to block until I start seeing dark alleys, making me turn around and go back to the safer part of the city. I used to tell a friend I feel like I’m in SATC – I am SJP walking back to my apartment in Manhattan – every time I walk along the streets of Manila after a drizzle, water puddles and all. It has been a year since I got transferred to this area. No, it still doesn’t feel like home. I still find myself thinking about another city from my past, my home for a decade until last year.
But this city is no longer a stranger. I raise my face, closing my eyes as cold July air brushes my cheeks and I forget albeit for couple of seconds that a molehill of work needs to be finished and that I have a dozen reports to submit by end of day. For now I am Carrie. And in a few years, I too will find my Big.
Filed under: Evening Thoughts Tagged: | Big, dreams, rainy day, television
