August 31, 2012 § 2 Comments
A little more than a year ago I went to live in New York for three months. As I get ready to return to my favorite city tomorrow, I’m reflecting on my time there. The highlights were many, and I kept a crude diary on my iPhone of my first day. Today I went back and peeked at the past, which jogged these memories:
- As I left Minnesota, I had serious doubts that I was making the right decision. Would my apartment be dirty and crawling with roaches and rats? Would I get homesick? Would I make new friends? Would I tumble onto the subway tracks? All likely possibilities.
- My fears were alleviated as soon as I arrived at my apartment building. A handsome, tall stranger saw me struggling with my many bags and carried all the heavy ones five flights up. I didn’t get his name and I never saw him again, but I’ll always remember his kindness.
- After I signed the lease, I changed into workout togs and headed north. I stopped at Washington Square Park, which would become my favorite spot to gather, reflect, read, bring family and friends. From there I walked more than six miles.
- At the Flatiron, I saw a little girl dressed as a princess crossing the street with her mother.
- On the walk back down Fifth Avenue, I found my first coin near Thirteenth Street. I picked it up, but unfortunately I didn’t separate it from my other money and likely spent it. So now I don’t have a lucky New York penny.
- I located my bodega one-and-a-half blocks from my apartment. I visited that shop almost daily to pick up filtered water, Cadbury chocolate bars, and oatmeal-chocolate-chip cookies, among other necessities. Often I’d see a cat patrolling the premises.
I have many reasons for going back. The other day I was thinking that one of the primary ones is that Minnesota (which I love and consider home) just doesn’t chew me up and spit me out like NYC did. I marveled at all the disasters I survived or averted — an earthquake, felt from the 19th floor of my office building; Hurricane Irene; a mouse for a roommate; two soul-crushing spills on the pavement; a stress fracture; an early snow storm; a car crashing into the building at 3 a.m.; Occupy Wall Street revelers; Times Square. Of course the city’s charms are infinite, so despite the likelihood I will not encounter any natural or manmade disasters, I’m sure this trip will be as lovely as the last.
I’m kind of counting on it.
August 30, 2012 § 2 Comments
Milk Duds, a good read, and the never-ending to-do list
August 29, 2012 § 2 Comments
Dang, robber person! You didn’t just steal Leah’s Mac and external hard drive but you also lifted her watch, new curtains, mail, and pink panties. Be nice; give them back. It’s not cool to steal from artists.
August 28, 2012 § Leave a comment
Quite possibly my favorite summer song, yet one I’m apt to listen to any time of year whenever I feel the need to spin in circles.