God, I love this place
I love this place called New York.
Nowhere else in the world affects me like this city. Literally minutes after deboarding the plane my entire body is infused with energy. A bit trite, but I get a kick in my step, a smile on my face, and a sense of youthfulness that I find nowhere else. This place just makes my whole soul dance. It happened the first time I visited the city in 1977, and it happens every single time I come back. I love this city.
I love my ‘home away from home’ – my little place on Perry Street.
It’s a beautiful apartment, second floor of an 1880s townhome in the West Village. Yes, even better than you can imagine – wide plank wood floors, two fireplaces, big windows, decorated a la Swiss (my favorite style of design!). Outside are cobblestone streets and a quaint little neighborhood pub where laughter spills out all night long. I hear the crickets at night, the birds wake me up in the morning, and the Hudson River is just a block away. Not your typical mental picture of New York City but it very much is. I lived here this summer, for the entire month of July – and as you can imagine, I got quite attached to it. I left a piece of me here. I love this little place I call home-away-from-home.
I love the place where I am now, reclaiming the spirit I once had.
The spontaneity I once had is seeping back into my life. I now have time to take classes and it feels healthy to learn again. It feels so good being surrounded by young, energetic people who have such a zest for life. All the things that were so important to my well being I’ve allowed to get away from me, are coming back to me. It’s a tough road – one wrought with insecurity, confusion and guilt. I’m not sure where all this will lead me but I have full faith that good things will present themselves to me.
Yep, I do love this place. I pray you have a place you love, too.