In Case I Forget

The Iron Lady

When things are new and exciting everything is wonderful all the time. A new lover, a new city, a new puppy; exciting and wonderful all the time. Time has a way of dulling that and everything starts to fall into a sort of routine. Netflix and chill becomes, no, I want to watch this. Puppy breath gives way to stinky dog. New cities become noisy, traffic congested, tourist traps.

I am still awed when I walk down the street, turn left, and BAM! There she is in all her glory, the Eiffel Tower. I imagine it's like seeing the Hollywood sign for the first time, or the Statue of Liberty. I also imagine it will eventually become as mundane as the Hollywood sign did for me. Don't get me wrong, I fucking love that sign and get a crooked smile on my face anytime I head north on Gower, but... the magic of it gets forgotten until I notice someone noticing it for their first time, you know?

Then I get this vicarious joy and sense of pride. Welcome to Hollywood. We have magic. And maybe, b…