suburbia

even after only about a month and a half, home feels so foreign to me; parsippany has never sounded so tranquil as it does now. my house seems like a mansion, the town looks more spacious than i once perceived it to be, and the air smells wonderfully fresh.

i never realized how much the city life has consumed me. maybe i am changing more than i thought, slowly morphing into an urbanite living in the fast lane.

sitting on the couch in my living room, i feel time slowly trudging along. i want it to speed up, but it doesn't. it just goes at its own pace while i go at mine. the tick-tocks of the analog clock above the television seem to resonate more than they should. and as the morning sun synchronously rises with the steady rotation of the second hand, i sense a difference from night and morning, a difference not readily apparent within the perpetually bustling streets of manhattan.

it's nice to be home again.