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.



  • Frances D
    Posted at 23:23h, 24 October

    I love my hometown Lisa and I am glad you do too.
    I’m Frances, soon to be fifty, native new Yorker and recently subscribed to your blog.
    I look forward to sharing with you.

  • lisaweldon
    Posted at 14:34h, 25 October

    Michelle emailed me this comment:
    “At the end of your current blog post you hope that the reader has a place that they love too. For me it’s the French Quarter. We take the train down from Memphis several times a year and when I exit the train station I always feel infused with new energy and creativity. I know exactly what you mean about a city having that effect on you!”

    Oh, do I love New Orleans, too! – Lisa