HAPPY 2015
the new year begins well enough. i have a slight cold and, like many others, am bemoaning my return to the workplace on monday. i have a new niece, blythe james, who is perfect in all the ways that newborns are. she arrived on the eve of the new year while i was dining with friends at a japanese restaurant in new york city. new york! the city i chose to close out my 2014. having never been to new york, i wanted to experience all of it. i made a valiant effort. of course, there is no amount of days to visit new york wherein you successfully experience what new york is all about.
a close friend and i walked many miles up and down those cold & crowded streets. we spent an evening in brooklyn with many new acquaintances. a visit to the guggenheim was the only museum trip we were able to make. we happened upon probably the cutest little french cafe i've ever seen. lots of eating. a few cocktails in places that were much too cool for us. an improv comedy show in a dimly lit basement theater to split our sides to.
during my time there, of course, many thoughts and stories to be had and created and written in my head and, sadly, lost due to a constant influx of inspiration in all corners of that gigantic city. and the people! anyone on the street that you rub shoulders with - a different history and a new future being written at any moment. how does one survive in a city so great? keeping one's thoughts in order would be a difficult task.
on the day of my departure i boarded a bus that wound me through the streets of harlem and past columbia university, onward to laguardia. i placed my headphones over my ears to drown out the hums and squeaks of the bus and its passengers. tears came to my eyes as i already was feeling the withdrawal. the withdrawal from the comfort of old friends, the wonder and excitement of new ones. the withdrawal from the noises, the hurried streets of manhattan, and the stuffed shops of brooklyn. a withdrawal from the infinite presence of opportunity & chance.
it is the fourth of january now and the smell of butternut squash steaming in the oven rolls through my apartment. i am officially back in the ordinary. however, the want for change and betterment has very much remained in me.
the new year begins well enough. i have a slight cold and, like many others, am bemoaning my return to the workplace on monday. i have a new niece, blythe james, who is perfect in all the ways that newborns are. she arrived on the eve of the new year while i was dining with friends at a japanese restaurant in new york city. new york! the city i chose to close out my 2014. having never been to new york, i wanted to experience all of it. i made a valiant effort. of course, there is no amount of days to visit new york wherein you successfully experience what new york is all about.
a close friend and i walked many miles up and down those cold & crowded streets. we spent an evening in brooklyn with many new acquaintances. a visit to the guggenheim was the only museum trip we were able to make. we happened upon probably the cutest little french cafe i've ever seen. lots of eating. a few cocktails in places that were much too cool for us. an improv comedy show in a dimly lit basement theater to split our sides to.
during my time there, of course, many thoughts and stories to be had and created and written in my head and, sadly, lost due to a constant influx of inspiration in all corners of that gigantic city. and the people! anyone on the street that you rub shoulders with - a different history and a new future being written at any moment. how does one survive in a city so great? keeping one's thoughts in order would be a difficult task.
on the day of my departure i boarded a bus that wound me through the streets of harlem and past columbia university, onward to laguardia. i placed my headphones over my ears to drown out the hums and squeaks of the bus and its passengers. tears came to my eyes as i already was feeling the withdrawal. the withdrawal from the comfort of old friends, the wonder and excitement of new ones. the withdrawal from the noises, the hurried streets of manhattan, and the stuffed shops of brooklyn. a withdrawal from the infinite presence of opportunity & chance.
it is the fourth of january now and the smell of butternut squash steaming in the oven rolls through my apartment. i am officially back in the ordinary. however, the want for change and betterment has very much remained in me.
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