It's Not As If New York City Burnt Down To The Ground Once You Drove Away
First chance I've had to post
since I've been back in town.
My trip was everything I was
hoping it would be. I formed
new memories in cities filled
with old memories. The ghost
is still there, but the house is
no longer haunted. Will I feel
like this everyday? Who knows.
But I'm finally moving forward.
I got into the city around 7am,
so I decided to walk from the
bus to Lauren's apt to give her
& Lea some more time to sleep.
Early morning walks through
the city are now my favorite.
They say the city never sleeps,
but if you're up first thing in
the morning and pay attention,
you'll catch it taking a disco nap
The chirp of birds replaces the
honk of taxis. The wind moving
in the trees is louder than the
people moving in the streets.
A peaceful contradiction ensues
and you forget where you are.
Once I got to Lauren's apt, we
played on our MacBook Pros
while we waited for Lea to wake
up and then we walked over to
Penelope for brunch. Turns out
Julia Roberts was sitting at the
table behind us with her family.
We didn't bother her, but Lauren
managed to snag a blurry picture.
Our waiter said she was a regular.
After that, we spent the rest of the
day thrifting in Brooklyn and opted
to take the Williamsburg Bridge back
to Manhattan instead of the L Train.
I spent the rest of the weekend in
Boston hanging out with Dreyah &
David. We hit up their favorite hookah
bar again, saw the new Indiana Jones
movie, went to the Museum of Fine Arts,
& camped out in Dreyah's car both nights.
Dreyah and I always turn everything into
an adventure. I don't know how I've made
it this past month without being able to
just spend the day w/ her being ourselves.
Now I'm back in Richmond and I'm not all
that bitter about that. I've vowed to make
the most of this summer in whatever way
I can. I'm still ready to go, but I don't want
to spend so much time obsessing on the
exit that I forget to say goodbye. So that's
what this summer is about. Saying goodbye.
And making that goodbye a damn good one.
So far so good. Last night Mom and I went to
see a Beatles tribute band, 1964, at Innsbrook.
It was fun dancing and singing along with my
mom and all of the other moms reliving their
childhoods. No one was trying to be cool and
everyone was having fun in their own way. I
wish all of my days could be like that. Why do
we neglect quality to go bankrupt on quantity?
since I've been back in town.
My trip was everything I was
hoping it would be. I formed
new memories in cities filled
with old memories. The ghost
is still there, but the house is
no longer haunted. Will I feel
like this everyday? Who knows.
But I'm finally moving forward.
I got into the city around 7am,
so I decided to walk from the
bus to Lauren's apt to give her
& Lea some more time to sleep.
Early morning walks through
the city are now my favorite.
They say the city never sleeps,
but if you're up first thing in
the morning and pay attention,
you'll catch it taking a disco nap
The chirp of birds replaces the
honk of taxis. The wind moving
in the trees is louder than the
people moving in the streets.
A peaceful contradiction ensues
and you forget where you are.
Once I got to Lauren's apt, we
played on our MacBook Pros
while we waited for Lea to wake
up and then we walked over to
Penelope for brunch. Turns out
Julia Roberts was sitting at the
table behind us with her family.
We didn't bother her, but Lauren
managed to snag a blurry picture.
Our waiter said she was a regular.
After that, we spent the rest of the
day thrifting in Brooklyn and opted
to take the Williamsburg Bridge back
to Manhattan instead of the L Train.
I spent the rest of the weekend in
Boston hanging out with Dreyah &
David. We hit up their favorite hookah
bar again, saw the new Indiana Jones
movie, went to the Museum of Fine Arts,
& camped out in Dreyah's car both nights.
Dreyah and I always turn everything into
an adventure. I don't know how I've made
it this past month without being able to
just spend the day w/ her being ourselves.
Now I'm back in Richmond and I'm not all
that bitter about that. I've vowed to make
the most of this summer in whatever way
I can. I'm still ready to go, but I don't want
to spend so much time obsessing on the
exit that I forget to say goodbye. So that's
what this summer is about. Saying goodbye.
And making that goodbye a damn good one.
So far so good. Last night Mom and I went to
see a Beatles tribute band, 1964, at Innsbrook.
It was fun dancing and singing along with my
mom and all of the other moms reliving their
childhoods. No one was trying to be cool and
everyone was having fun in their own way. I
wish all of my days could be like that. Why do
we neglect quality to go bankrupt on quantity?