The City Breathes

There is a coffee shop across from my building on Cedar street where I like to go for a break from work. This morning, as I was sipping my espresso macchiato and gazing outside, I remembered the feeling I had a year ago. I had just moved to the city and started working at Starbucks. I wasn't sure how long I could survive in the city working part-time, but I was willing to risk it all to experience the New York lifestyle.

I used to glance out the window, as I did this morning, and get a rush of excitement just by watching people walk the streets. Unbelief swooned my mind that I actually lived and worked in New York City. There with my espresso, I re-experienced this rush of the city; looking out the window and feeling the pulse of our society.

Sitting twenty-one floors above the street now, at my dreaded desk, I can hear the city breathe below. A year has passed with speed and created many of my best memories and relationships. My life is less stressful now. Though my job is boring, it affords me to live here so I am grateful. I can see the potential this next year in the city posses. Many relationships to grow and build, a different job and a church about to begin. Even with my experince and these changes I still get chills remembering what this city has given me and imaging what it holds for me in the future.