In two weeks, at the
Parc 55 Wyndham for the weekend (Friday to Sunday) requesting the highest floor possible.
It may not be my favorite city, but I thought more about Carmel and how those quiet, relaxing places always sound like a great idea until I'm there. But when I have too much time to do absolutely nothing, I tend to think about all the things I should be doing instead of relaxing and get all stressed out. ha! I'm a mess, but at least I know it. I need to be somewhere where I can keep busy enough to not think about everything I should be doing.
So this way I'll have enough to keep me busy if I start feeling that way, but what I really plan on doing is just hanging out, ordering room service a lot, and people watching in the city. They had an ice skating rink in Union Square before Christmas - maybe it'll still be there and I'll give it a shot. And maybe it will give me a chance to see if "the City" grows on me. At the very least, it will give me a chance to decompress from working all the time - and give me something to look forward to in the meantime.
I will definitely get in contact with one of our group from college who I'm really close to and lives in Burlingame now. If she'll come up and spend a day with me, it'd be fantastic. Her nickname for me is "sweet Russ" and that's what she always calls me when she emails. Maybe that's why I adore her. ha! I think I talked about her here once, and how going to her father's funeral was so intense because I was the only non-Jew for a graveside service when everyone was in a circle and had to read Hebrew. I felt this sense I can't describe, but suddenly . . . . the bond that has held the Jewish people together for 3000 years despite being basically a nomad people all made sense. I understood. Respected and understood.