New York is a place like no other. I love it here and always have. This time around I feel I got a different glimpse of the city, but it's still a pleasant one. I'm also embarrasingly proud that I managed to navigate my way through town on foot and by subway without having to refer to maps or ask directions.
Today was spent in Brooklyn, and it looks like this trip I'm not even going to venture to Manhattan. Time constraints. But I was perfectly happy just staying around here, visiting with people and enjoying the beautiful weather.
I'm glad I freaked out a few days ago. I feel it's helping me see clearly and is now allowing me to fully enjoy myself. Portland was great, New York is great, I feel great.
I have mixed feelings about returning to France. I want to see The Boy... we have hardly spoken since I left and I'm anxious to get home to him. I can't wait to sleep in my own bed again and to know where all the dishes go in the kitchen. But I've gotten used to bumming around, just visiting people and sipping coffee. The idea of returning to a thesis paper looming somewhere in the distance is pretty unappealing, as is the thought of having to make some money somehow and figure out my plan of action concerning some major life-altering decisions.
But I feel I've got my head on straight again, so I can at least return home in good spirits. Thanks to Iramay and Brooklyn Babe for spending the day with me, and thanks to the Gringa for going the extra mile to head out to Brooklyn to come see me. And, of course, thanks to my brother and sister-in-law for shacking me up. I'd love to come back to New York to see you all soon.
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