Still not

I look up from my book as the bus is leaving town, driving across the GW Bridge. I'm struck by the magnificent view of the Manhattan skyline and I still can't believe my eyes - that this is really it, that I really am here, in the Manhattan of images, posters and movies, the dream city that everyone thinks of as the height of metropolitan vibrancy. Yet when you are living there, amidst those tall pencils of buildings, it doesn't feel like a movie or a dream any more. No glamour, just the dirty streets with grotty buildings squatting among the glass palaces. I still don't get this place. I don't feel it, I don't love it. But we get on OK :-)