There are many wonderful changes I have experienced since moving to The Big Apple (including my apple of choice now being the Pink Lady, although Macintosh will always be close to my heart), but the one I’m enjoying at the moment is that I will hear a dangling piece of a story from any source — the news, Twitter, Facebook, email, text, an overheard conversation, a conversation in which I am a participant, etc. etc. etc. — and either know or will be told that I will never know the rest of it, and I don’t even care.
I used to care so much and obsess over other people’s stories. Probably because I had so much time to do so, and was so bored with my life. Now, unless it directly affects me, I’m good with not knowing.
Maybe that’s just an age thing.
Whatever the reason, it’s very freeing.