City Blogging

The morning brought wafting scents and muffled traffic to my sensory faculties. "Maybe I shouldn't go to New York today: too hot and too far," said I as I lay on my bed purring like a contented cat.
New York plans were replaced with Philadelphia city escapades. Instead of marching along 7th avenue as planned, I played a game of switching shoes.
First, I was University of Pennsylvania student walking down Broad Street, the word "PENN" emblazoned on my t-shirt, my iPod earphones swishing with my strides. At the subway, I transformed into only non African-American person, avoiding suspicious glances and accusatory stares. Downtown, I became Carrie Bradshaw, the shops open to me like oysters revealing their pearls. Then, I was in City Intellectual mode, Ayn Rand's Fountainhead in hand and reading at the park. Not long after, I assumed the role of Jan Brady, lost person oblivious to crude language and obstructor of traffic. Malaysian restaurant Penang morphed me back into Wee Lee in Malaysian mdoe, licking my spoon and savouring chicken curry.
And then, as soon as I get back to my room, I read this and realize that I should have been at the protest of the year.