Home In New York
by Jasmin Kaiba
Prologue
'New York, the city of never ending possibilities, the city that never sleeps, the city that is so incredibly fast paced that slow people would be lost here. Also the city where you can wait for hours for a cab and where the weather changes from one second to the next, you never can determine if it'll be sunny or windy or rainy. This is one of the world's biggest metropolis and business centers, everything happens in New York. So incredibly many people live in New York that you'd be searching forever for one person if you ever decide to search in it's many streets and houses. There are so many stories, so many destinies, that you can come to think that the whole world has found itself in the streets of New York. No matter how long you've lived in New York, you've never seen all of it. The streets in New York don't mix, and that's the reason you never know everything about it. People like me live in apartments in the Fifth and the Sixth Avenue and spend their time mostly in Manhattan, we don't venture to Queens, we don't want to, we have no need to. People from the Queens come o our streets, but they're so easily recognized between the hustle and bustle of business suits, laptop bags and sport cars.
That's the one thing I love and yet hate in New York, when you venture out of your 'domain' everybody looks at you, and yet when you mix with the crowd nobody even knows you exist. I've lived for three years now in New York. I love my life, but I don't call New York home, and I don't know why. I have a good paid job, live in a beautiful apartment in the Fifth Avenue, have many friends, go out and still something is missing. I know I'm not the only one, my neighbor for once, I bet he feels the same way. He lives across the street, our balconies and windows face each other and we see the other quite often, yet I don't even know his name. But I know that he gets up the same time I, drinks his morning coffee on the balcony like me, goes to work a few minutes earlier then I and returns later then I do. We live the same life of routine and we don't even see it necessary to say hey or introduce ourselves, when we can particularly touch the other over the railing of the balcony. But why is that? Why are we living day in day out without really living for a moment? Is it the big city, or are we just stuck in our routines and don't know how to come out?
I don't know maybe you can tell me.
Rory Gilmore'
Logan Huntzberger read the article once again and smiled to himself. So his pretty neighbor was the Times columnist he's been reading every Wednesday since two years. Who would have thought?
Had she not written about him, he would have never known it was her. He had known the pretty girl since three years, and yet they had never said their names or talked at all, for that matter. They both lived their lives, he went to work, got home, spent the weekends with friends and sometimes family and that was it. New York had really never been home, but did it need a column in the Times for him to figure it out? Obviously it did.
He sighed and folded the paper, he'll definitely introduce himself to the blue-eyed beauty when he gets home. Maybe they can get a coffee.
AN: My first more chapter story on Gilmore Girls. Please tell me what you think. Reviews make the world spin and make me update sooner.
Jas