Things are beginning to pick up and change: trips, adventures, new projects. It feels good to be gaining momentum again. And the chamomile seeds are sprouting!
I saw a bunch of my old friends from Artisanal at a party last night. I forgot how alive everyone is! Always stories, new thoughts, creative energy; people genuinely excited about life and your company (as in, the kind that you keep, not run). It was refreshing. We stayed out until 4am and caught up and made big plans. I realized today: I've made friends in New York. It's taken three years, but I've got a few keepers.
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| A Prohibition-themed bachelor/ette party at The Back Room, where drinks are served in teacups (a little too precious) |
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| With Maddie and Charles |
In other news, my name's in a book! The first time and probably the last, as all I work on are digital projects and those have no copyright pages.
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| Name in the copyright page! Illustrated Social Studies Dictionary |
I've had a little more reflecting time recently, which is keeping in step with the warm glow theme in my life right now: I've been walking home from work a couple days a week. The Queensboro Bridge is like an old friend at this point: I know all the graffiti, the cracks in the sidewalk; I've got an aerial view of Roosevelt Island memorized. It's inspired me to start walking on all kinds of bridges, including the Pulaski Bridge (below), one of my favorites. Walking gives a whole different sense of place than biking or running, which tend to cloud my senses. I take in more details, get a whole lot more thinking done, do some stretching.
Who knew there was so much in life to just think about? How many people are not taking the time to do their thinking? I don't properly think when I'm at work, or commuting, or exercising; I really needed some unstructured time (phrase of the year) to just let my thoughts flow. It makes me sad to think that my vision of the city (and myself, and others) has been obscured simply because I haven't been doing enough thinking. I love this place and its people; I'd just forgotten how much.
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| View from the Pulaski Bridge |
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| Glow time at Queensboro Plaza |
