I No matter where you are in my city, you can always see the downtown skyline. Every chance I had, I’d steal a glance of it to coat myself in its glory. The buildings felt like antennas from which consequential people fired off electric ideas that moved the world. I really, really wanted to be in those buildings. Doing what? It almost didn’t matter, as long as I could feel the excitement of moving the world from its center.
I've experienced this before, but it wasn't from a skyline. The grass always seems greener no matter where we are. It's hard to be happy where we are. Thanks for sharing this story.
Baby’s first birthday in corporate hell
I've experienced this before, but it wasn't from a skyline. The grass always seems greener no matter where we are. It's hard to be happy where we are. Thanks for sharing this story.
Damn I loved this. The hustle and bustle sure do seem vapid and vacant after a while, huh?