I got back from New York yesterday afternoon. I walked in the front door, ate a pear, had a shower, sat down on the couch, and fell asleep sitting up.
I don't know how long I slept for, but when I woke up I thought I was in Grand Central Station sitting under the whispering arches (which I will tell you about later), talking to my sister as people stepped around us and hurried on. I could hear the hum of a million strangers and feel the cold wall against my back and I was suddenly concerned that my purse had been stolen while I'd been deep in conversation. I jerked my head to the right to see if it was still there and the movement melted the world around me as though it'd been a picture painted on an iced-over waterfall. Elise disappeared and the voices around me became the whirring of my refrigerator and the spinning blades of the little fan by the piano. A car rumbled by outside and I saw that Barclay had fallen asleep on the couch beside me.
I'm still not fully caught up on sleep, but at least I know where I am now. (That's good.)
And where I am is home. Instead of 5000 skyscrapers outside my window, there is a quiet street lined with small houses, and a kid riding a bike up and down the block, and the occasional car. I'm still on the couch, resting my blisters and sorting through 746 pictures and video clips of neat-looking people and sky-high buildings and lazy moments in central park and new friends and lights and food and heights and bridges and buskers and graffiti and landmarks and all of that magical stuff that makes up the bones and nerves and skin of the great NYC. I have lots of stories to write down, but for now I'm going to vacuum the house and get settled back into real life.
It's like they say: be it ever so humble, there's no place like New York. Or something.
I don't know how long I slept for, but when I woke up I thought I was in Grand Central Station sitting under the whispering arches (which I will tell you about later), talking to my sister as people stepped around us and hurried on. I could hear the hum of a million strangers and feel the cold wall against my back and I was suddenly concerned that my purse had been stolen while I'd been deep in conversation. I jerked my head to the right to see if it was still there and the movement melted the world around me as though it'd been a picture painted on an iced-over waterfall. Elise disappeared and the voices around me became the whirring of my refrigerator and the spinning blades of the little fan by the piano. A car rumbled by outside and I saw that Barclay had fallen asleep on the couch beside me.
I'm still not fully caught up on sleep, but at least I know where I am now. (That's good.)And where I am is home. Instead of 5000 skyscrapers outside my window, there is a quiet street lined with small houses, and a kid riding a bike up and down the block, and the occasional car. I'm still on the couch, resting my blisters and sorting through 746 pictures and video clips of neat-looking people and sky-high buildings and lazy moments in central park and new friends and lights and food and heights and bridges and buskers and graffiti and landmarks and all of that magical stuff that makes up the bones and nerves and skin of the great NYC. I have lots of stories to write down, but for now I'm going to vacuum the house and get settled back into real life.
It's like they say: be it ever so humble, there's no place like New York. Or something.
8 comments:
Welcome home! Can't wait to hear about all your adventures, b/c if you can have them here, I can't wait to find out what you had in New York!
gorgeous pictures. and as usual, your writing gets me.
There is NO place like NYC. I can't wait to see more of your pictures! Welcome home ;)
I can't wait to hear/see more. I really want to visit NYC someday.
haha thanks! honestly, i hate to dissapoint you, but i've had more adventures in plain old regina than i had in new york--but i was only there for a week, so i guess that's why. however, it was not a boring time! hopefully my stories will be exciting enough for you! i'd hate to let you down... :)
aw, thank you!
i was actually just looking at YOUR pictures from new york (creepy? i just remembered loving them and wanted to see them again). :) they were so beautiful.
GO! GO NOW. i'll go with you.
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