Returning to NYC
I sat on the plane yesterday and was trying to take in everything we did for the past 5 weeks. As much as I savored the moment as we took everything in, in many ways I am savoring all the moments now. The impact of living in foreign city for an extended stay will have affected all of us in different ways. What they are, I am not sure I know, but the experience is certainly being felt.
I am glad to be back in my town. I miss my bed. I miss my closet and the access to it. I miss the New York Times, although the Herald Tribune is a close second. I miss our day to day environment. As all good vacations, it is fantastic to leave and fantastic to come home. I miss my kitchen. I miss my vespa.
I am going to re-enter slowly. After all, it is summer. My desk is loaded. My head is swamped. But, each day, I’d like to take a moment to think about something that happened over the 5 weeks be it the almond croissant from Coquette in Montmarte, the Monets at Museum Orangerie, Dover Street Market and BStore in London or a pastry at Pierre Herme. I want to just step back and savor what we did.
When I came back from London, in college, after spending six months over seas, the experience changed me. Of course, I was of the age where you are so supple and the experiences mold you as a person. Reading a book can be life changing at that time. But, I have the same type of feeling that I did when I returned from London. I can’t really put it into words. I am not really sure how those feelings will evoke my emotions and maybe they wont. But, there is something there.