KELLY'S GONE AGAIN
…AND HERE'S WHERE I'M AT.Archive for New York
#56. New York-Washington, D.C.: En Route Ramblings
Well, things on the “home front” (I know, sorry) have continued to rock gently back and forth. I’ve delayed my annual ordering of permanent address labels, opting instead for splitting time between Washington and New York until I make a commitment. I carry my life in a shoulder bag, friends; a one-woman, moving, modern nomadic force.
Today I’m heading south again, watching the City’s skyscrapers fade in the rear view. Every time I’m here, I feel I belong. Every time I go, I feel a little like I’m leaving the nest. It’s gray and muted – a slowly spinning scene around your own stillness – like saying goodbye to anything that’s a part of you.
Here’s the cool part, though…
#54. New York City: The Good, the Bad, and the Beautiful
I write listening to the soundtrack of a very talented street musician playing his guitar as I look at the silver skyline of my favorite city. Oh, New York, I do love you.
#33. New York: Coming Home and Going Again
Week: 11
Countries: 7
Cities: 35
Charitable Causes: 10
Injuries: 7
New Friends: Tons
Photos: 800+
Planes, Trains, Buses: 53
Lost Bags/Delayed Flights: 0
Passport Pages Left: 3
Last week around this time, I was getting ready for bed in my small, sparse, hot hotel room in Pedang Pedang. Paper-thin, pastel curtains, gentle, oscillating fan, gecko song. Hard mattress, cold shower. The 126th backpack search for toothpaste. Alarm setting for seaside sunrise. I fell asleep to the deep, animated voices of my neighbors – chilled-out surfer boys, all bare feet and Bintang beer – sitting on our shared balcony and storytelling of “epic swells.” So good. So recent.
