The stale, chill air clung tight to the edges of my lungs. Inhale, exhale. My pace was slow, trying to focus on my steady breath more than this atmosphere.

I was always one to hate winter. The only enjoyable part was new years, a fresh start… blues and silvers dancing around my fragile, slender body. That was the one time I could smile at all the icicles and they’d just smirk back, thinking of the dread they’d be bringing to my doorstep soon. My new years was never anything special, mostly because I was never into the glitz and glamour as everyone else was in the big N-Y-C. I typically just sit in my velvet recliner, engulfed in nostalgia in my last few moments of a year soon to be past.

The one thing I hated about new years,always, was the tourists. NYC was the most famous place for standing in the glistening, perfectly aligned white snow, bumping elbows with strangers with teeth similar to the snow they were ankle deep in. All these different people from foreign places came for the same reason - to see the ball drop. Then Carson Daley would be on camera with nearly sixteen people in the back grounding having an orgy, leaving the audience clueless but still giddy to make resolutions never kept. This was never my scene, yet I now find myself watching it on a television that’s not even my own in another time zone.

Now it’s March, and yet still bitter cold. NYC had few humid days, compared to the brisk air I am now surrounded by. Anyone I’ve ever met couldn’t put me up against a NYC scene and comprehend the two horribly different things at once. The flashing lights compared to the pastel floral print on my sundress. These familiar, famous faces didn’t compare to my one-glance stature.

Nothing was ever new here… not even the videos on MTV. If you really want to get technical, MTV shouldn’t even keep the name “Music Television” hostage anymore. All MTV shows anymore is ridiculous dating shows and occasional music videos that all sound the same - full of senseless words that only the broken-hearted cliché can follow. What has happened to our generation? Is it just a road block that can be fixed, and this is just a detour? Or maybe this is actually a ten car wreak on the edge of a huge body of water. That body of water is the media, and we’ve already dipped our feet in to feel the water, embracing it’s fake taste and lukewarm (even nauseating) touch.

This is what has gotten me here.