i’ve officially been on vacation since last friday. but because i didn’t fly home until late friday afternoon i had just enough time to get totally turned around and lost in the west village friday morning. i felt like a tourist in new york and it felt great. because i’ve been in the city for so long now, some of my very favorite moments happen when i stumble upon a street or cafe which i’ve never before seen and suddenly i’m transported. it always makes me feel like i’m somewhere else entirely: lost in europe, or visiting a friend in sydney. i think in many ways people like new york because it is so clearly someplace else. so for me, when i stumble upon that someplace-else-feeling, i end up imagining any place other than new york. and falling more in love with the city in the process.
but now i’m safely home in houston where i’m reveling in the comforts of home and desperately searching for a dress that both my mother and father think appropriate for my father’s retirement party at the end of the week. a few years back i wrote about how my mother encouraged me to go in search of some strapless dresses because i had some weddings to attend. turns out a retirement-party-dress is the antithesis of a attending-a-friend’s-wedding-dress. and pleasing everyone is proving nearly impossible.
but vacation is always a good excuse to shop. so i’m keeping at it.
it was spring when i first fell in love with brooklyn.
just over a year ago.
and it’s been a spring-sort-of-love-affair ever since.
these last few weeks have seen a rolling progression of the trees in bloom. first came the magnolia trees and then the dogwoods and the cherry blossoms and many others i can’t yet name.
the trees just out of my apartment have caught fire with green and my tiny studio apartment feels like a grown up’s tree-house (in the best possible way).
everyday in this second spring is a lesson in how easily gratitude can sometimes arise.
gratitude for the flowers and the trees and the angling in of the morning light. gratitude for the quiet of the neighborhood. for the sounds of the birds and all the sidewalk sales. for the court street fair and the parade to and from the garden shop because absolutely. everyone. here. tends to their herbs and flowers and front yards.
gratitude for how very much the whole of this place feels like home.
gratitude for the cool air that demands nothing more than a jean jacket. gratitude for such good girlfriends and their very perfect children and a meatball sandwich shared with my father on a monday afternoon before wandering through the whole of brooklyn heights.
it’s such a good time of year this spring.
i feel like i finally got this brand-spankin’-new-site and a tremendous case of writer’s block.
and so nothing to say.
which isn’t quite true.
there are things to say but sometimes enough time has to pass. and sometimes i worry for the players in the story. and at other times the thoughts are only half-formed and getting them to whole sentences is a thing that happens in my body long before they reach the mind and so it’s a game of patience.
and sometimes i find that when i’m in a place of great transition it’s difficult to write. i have to get to the other side to gain some perspective.
but i do want to write about a post in defense of dressing up. and i want to write a post about things that don’t age well (like tattoos and anger). i want to write a post about how i had a revolutionary thought on tuesday night while standing barefoot in the kitchen doing dishes. and so perhaps next week i’ll get some of that written down. and if i don’t, you all will remind me?
been a while since i've done one of these, no?
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