Leaving New York is so dreadful. The days leading up felt like childhood fear and loathing in Dr. Shaff's waiting room for any number of needles or poison-flavored medicine. But really, there's never actually evidence that it did anything for me. So, now after having swallowed a sweet-tasting sleepless red-eye flight and a layover in the mammoth Bush Intl airport, I'm here. I'm in a land of maybe good for me, maybe not. But I don't think I'll ever know. But one thing's for certain: I don't like the way it tastes so far.
Here's to the next few weeks where my writing will mostly be an homage to New York. I love you and I miss you!

(Picture Note: This is what I find in the lost and found in these parts. Someone must be SO devastated without it)
Oh my God, you found my watch. That's a weight off my mind.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the comment blast. My blog ego needed that :) I'll have your watch returned to you ASAP ;)
ReplyDeleteYon you can just wear it till we meet again.
ReplyDeleteOh sweet! Everyone will think I'm such a baller with such a blinging watch!
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