Sunset through the skyscrapers. I’ve been lucky to catch quite a few of these.
// I’m currently on Green Mountain Time//
While I am certifiably, passionately, irrevocably in love with New York City, spending some time at home this weekend has been fabulous. I’ve missed the trees, the mountains, my dog, and my family. The 70 degree weather doesn’t hurt either (there’s a heat warning in NYC right now…) This is the first time going home has ever felt like a vacation for me, partially because I’m coming home to a new house. But living wayyyyyyy up here in the mountains, far away from cars, other houses, or people, is super refreshing after a month and a half of New York. Makes me appreciate both places more.
Kristina and I on the way back from Staten Island.
Went to the MOMA and found my dream home…
// Too much perk…//
I went for a run at 7:45 in Central Park this morning, thinking I was relatively early for a Saturday morning…only to find hundreds of people who had clearly been there for hours, some of whom were FINISHING a race. Who knew Saturday mornings existed before 10am?
Kristina at The Frying Pan in Chelsea.
Did I mention Kristina and I went to a bar that WAS a boat, floating on the Hudson River the other night? So fun.
// As it turns out…//
As it turns out, I’m one of those people that attracts crazies. Not occasionally, or just mild crazies, but real life, would have spiral eyes if they were in a cartoon, crazies on an almost daily basis. They must feel a connection to my inner self, which, yes, is a little cray. But seriously…in the past 2 days alone, I first had the experience of sitting next to the babbling homeless guy (I think talking to thin air from 50th to 238th street counts as crazy), then passed a guy on the road who told me I was so beautiful that I had made his day (okay, maybe more creepy than crazy), THEN when I was waiting for the bus, a guy pulled up on his bike (and I do mean BIKE not motorcycle) and offered me a ride. Like…yes, sir, let me just hop on the back of your bike, so that you, a creepy stranger I don’t know, can haul me all the way across the Bronx at about 25% of the speed the nice, air conditioned bus goes…that’s exactly how I want to spend this record-brekaingly-hot summer evening. Although, then my usually 30 minute bus ride took closer to an hour, so maybe I should’ve taken him up on it after all. These aren’t even counting all the crazy whistles and comments, my subway screamo friend, the guy who asked me out on the bus without having spoken a word to me (first to his bible study, then to lunch), or my old pal Bones. Here’s hoping that the crazy stops soon; at least if it doesn’t I’ll have funny anecdotes for the rest of my life.
Beautiful view to wake up to…
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New York to New Delhi to a New Frame of Mind
New York to New Delhi to a New Frame of Mind
