new york brings out

two sides of me.

The wide-eyed Kenyan tourist, who bumps into people on the streets because her eyes are gobbling up skyscrapers, market stalls, crowd life. Dissolves into fits of unsophisticated giggles over things New Yorkers don't find funny.

And the fiercely driven, ambitious, competitive go-getter. Who actually enjoys the adrenalin rush of the sleek suit / high heels / think on your feet / move faster than anyone else / get in with the edge / clinch the deal / places to go / people to meet / calls to make frenzy. For a few days, at any rate. As long as I know it's just a game, not my real life, or my real work.