Sweet memories of New York.
9/23/2018
It’s hard to believe it’s been almost four months since I left New York. What was spring in New York is now suddenly late summer in Nashville. It’s also easy to believe because summer, my favorite months, always move like a rocket. My yard was in full messy bloom when the end of this bucket list adventure returned me home toward the end of May. Now the garden’s work is fall pruning, thinning, clearing and mulching. I loved when a day in New York was warm enough to walk for miles in sandals. Now, I feel a little anxious knowing these are the final six or eight weeks I can wear those same sandals. Enough months back at work have passed, I’m planning the next adventure.
I looked forward to New York for so long. Despite having accomplished a remarkably good job of being present-in-the-moment while I was there, it now feels distant and I’m sad it’s over. Sometimes I read the journal entries and blog posts to tune up the details as I reminisce. Still, when I close my eyes and go back, I can feel the energy of the people and the pace, get quiet with awe at the beauty of the art, absorb the hum of the subway, think about the sidewalk under my feet for 6 or 10 or 13 miles every day and feel happy. It was a bucket list success.
Bucket list adventures are my “must dos”, angst seizes my heart when I wonder if I’ll get to all of them. Safari in Kenya. Learn to dance damn it. A month in Alaska. Write something notable. More. Maybe there will be a little sadness after each one; maybe sadness makes sense when waking up in the adventure becomes waking up with its memory. Worth it? Yes, I said to myself without hesitation. Yes.
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I spent three weeks in New York in early spring this year. I have such a crush on her. More pictures and stories are here:
