Tuesday, April 04, 2006
i heart black and white cookies
I think I’m in love. NYC is everything I needed and so much more. There's nothing like it. It seems it was built for me, almost a déjà vu, like reading Bukowski for the first time. It was my second wind. As good as a year of Fridays, eating cotton candy and never feeling sick, pulling together a perfect sentence. It felt like home. I could walk that city from morning until night and never for a moment wish I were somewhere else, never be bored, never feel complacent. It’s just dirty and rough enough that I could breath with ease. It’s a song, a poem, a painting, and a million short stories. There were blossoms and sunshine and grit. There was noise, passion, and life. By default, it’s the land of my people: bagels, whitefish, matzoh brie and 'Shalom Nails'. It was the best three days I could have imagined. Surrounded by my girls, I found energy I didn’t know I had, walking all day, drinking all night. I wasn’t sad to leave though, and let me tell you why. As definitively as I knew Thursday night that I would feel sad like that again, I know I will be back there again. And most importantly, it feels good to know I have the capacity to be this happy. The extremes aren't lost on me. As bad as I can feel, I can feel just as good.
PS Black and white tastes even better in a cookie.
Posted by Rachel at 8:34 PM