[.good things are coming your way...]
That's what the psychic said to me before I left. Supposedly, in the very near future. Sounds pretty fortune cookie-ish. I mean, though it's much better than the actual apropos "Good-bye little girl, sucks to be you" which she could have said (remember, I had declined paying her $150 so she could save my life)
But let's say that she's right. Well, then the future was today. And I'll tell you why.
I had two places in mind I wanted to go to in Brooklyn (which I've explored very little of). Melissa's Sweets which is a patisserie and Unnameable Books, which I've wanted to go to since my last NYC excursion. As usual, I went alone and found them with little to no trouble. I'm still amazed at my ability to locate places I have never been to in a city I don't live in. The patisserie was impressive and I got a palmier (nicely carmelized) and a "bee-sting," a brioche pastry filled with custard and glazed with honey and sprinkled with slivered almonds. I was happy as a clam, strolling down the sidewalks mouth filled with pastry, baked good in each hand, looking left and right as I explored different shops and sites. Some people would feel lonely doing something like that alone but I'm actually really happy having that be my modus operandi. There are times I am afraid that will stunt my ability to be in a relationship with someone. In those kinds of moments, I don't need anyone. Or maybe it's I don't want anyone. But, that is a topic for another day.
So yeah, I was very happy. And in Unnameble Books, guess what I find! That beloved collection of poetry which I had forgotten at home. Used copy of course. And man, the book is out of print. So, how in the world I came across it is beyond me. #1 traveling companion for Rex is back as partner-in-crime in NYC :)
The scarf is gone for good, but it's nice to know some things re-surface or show up when least expected.
Typing of things that come back, the Psychic said "he's meant to come back into your life." Now I really doubt that but sometimes the likely and the unlikely dress-up in similar clothes. I don't suppress a lot of things, but for self-preservation I will bury this piece of speculation deep within the far reaches of my consciousness, for now.
Okay, back to good stuff. I visited my extended family in Brooklyn and they are as always super sweet. My father is oldest male brother and cousin to many aunts and uncles. I can't tell if he's well-respected, feared, or both. I suppose it's both. Since I'm his only child, I'm always treated like a little miss by his family. Whether it's in Viet Nam, The States, or Canada, there was always great effort put into me being well-cared for esp. when I'm traveling. Like before I left they stuffed my bag full of fruits, food, bottles of water, it was completely unnecessary and somewhat ridiculous. As if I was about to go Into the Wild. For godsakes I'm going back to Manhattan! But, I was also touched at how caring they were. In the end, what do we really have except other people?
But let's say that she's right. Well, then the future was today. And I'll tell you why.
I had two places in mind I wanted to go to in Brooklyn (which I've explored very little of). Melissa's Sweets which is a patisserie and Unnameable Books, which I've wanted to go to since my last NYC excursion. As usual, I went alone and found them with little to no trouble. I'm still amazed at my ability to locate places I have never been to in a city I don't live in. The patisserie was impressive and I got a palmier (nicely carmelized) and a "bee-sting," a brioche pastry filled with custard and glazed with honey and sprinkled with slivered almonds. I was happy as a clam, strolling down the sidewalks mouth filled with pastry, baked good in each hand, looking left and right as I explored different shops and sites. Some people would feel lonely doing something like that alone but I'm actually really happy having that be my modus operandi. There are times I am afraid that will stunt my ability to be in a relationship with someone. In those kinds of moments, I don't need anyone. Or maybe it's I don't want anyone. But, that is a topic for another day.
So yeah, I was very happy. And in Unnameble Books, guess what I find! That beloved collection of poetry which I had forgotten at home. Used copy of course. And man, the book is out of print. So, how in the world I came across it is beyond me. #1 traveling companion for Rex is back as partner-in-crime in NYC :)
The scarf is gone for good, but it's nice to know some things re-surface or show up when least expected.
Typing of things that come back, the Psychic said "he's meant to come back into your life." Now I really doubt that but sometimes the likely and the unlikely dress-up in similar clothes. I don't suppress a lot of things, but for self-preservation I will bury this piece of speculation deep within the far reaches of my consciousness, for now.
Okay, back to good stuff. I visited my extended family in Brooklyn and they are as always super sweet. My father is oldest male brother and cousin to many aunts and uncles. I can't tell if he's well-respected, feared, or both. I suppose it's both. Since I'm his only child, I'm always treated like a little miss by his family. Whether it's in Viet Nam, The States, or Canada, there was always great effort put into me being well-cared for esp. when I'm traveling. Like before I left they stuffed my bag full of fruits, food, bottles of water, it was completely unnecessary and somewhat ridiculous. As if I was about to go Into the Wild. For godsakes I'm going back to Manhattan! But, I was also touched at how caring they were. In the end, what do we really have except other people?