I woke up in the morning, thinking that I should maybe move to a smaller, calmer town, instead of my current city, to re-adjust and be more chilled, and to wind down -- after the realization that I need sth and that I really don't expect all the shops to be open 24/7, and could've easily done the shopping the day before, if only I remembered about that thing -- and I joked internally that maybe I should try living in New York, the city that never sleeps, before I get too old for its hecticness...
And then it hit me that technically I have a reason to live in NY, other than just curiosity -- and that I might have a possibility to do so, as well, though maybe it would be challenging to organize this...
And it's just: wow. Wow. This sounds inconceivable! Me, there? For real? Not just a pipe-dream??? Me, in New York, real??? Wow. Just wow.
W. O. W.