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.