The Hotel Syracuse. That was my improptu inspiration. My fascination with hotels and old architecture. My fascination with the unknown, stories and history that could not be experienced. From there, I branched the idea of economic development to employment to lack of employment to moving to traveling to abroad to Italy. Not only does New York state take the names of cities and towns from Italy and the Mediterranean; well, Rome has a Hotel Siracusa.
Boom. There is my thought process.
The idea was personally laid out, so it was accepted when considering the grand scheme of “yes and …” When the words were showing up on the screen, disliking the post seemed fitting and inevitable. Oh, one of those dilemmas where the writer doesn’t like what is flowing through them … again. Same old song and dance, eh?
Not too many of the Central New York residents may not like this installment. This Syracuse lover tells people to get out of town. It’s said that traveling for vacation is a good thing, because there is so much to see. It’s mentioned that employment may not be found here, so look elsewhere; and sometimes your current employer will relocate you and sometimes permanently. It’s said that travel abroad will do a person well, but that costs money of course, and people might think past experiences where grabbing life by the nape can come across as bragging.
I’m not bragging. It’s also shitty that not having a job cannot allow me to take such vacations abroad. From my past, semi-recent writing, plans were being made to go to France, Belgium, and the Netherlands. It’s not looking promising.
So, a little vacation is needed. The stress of wanting stress is creeping up on me, and not leaving the area is making me itch all over. Sure, there is plenty to do in this state. I’m sure I’ll be headed to New York City this year, because it’s necessary. I’m addicted to apples, and why not take a bite out of the biggest one when you have a moment. Friends have to be seen and hugged. More cafes have to be written in, and used book stores … oh, don’t get me started. A dose of laughing with kids to keep me on the positive side of wanting to eventually settle is needed.
But all this can be accomplished here. I’m fine with that. Regardless wherever I go, my home will be in my heart and the people associated will be attached as well. With the technology we have, stories can be told sooner and more quickly, but I like the idea of returning with stories that aren’t watered down by tech.
Here’s today’s Syracuse New Times installment of the Inevitable Coffee Ring: When in Rome, When at Home.