(Photo Details: The view from Roosevelt Island to Manhattan's Upper East SIde--July 2014)
So this is my last day in Manhattan, for this year anyway. I am always sad to go home. Not only will I miss the thrill of living right up next to other people’s lives, I will miss the way this place continues to surprise me every time I come here. More about that later--this is a post about looking forward. Instead of being sad about leaving, I’m working on looking forward to going back home.
When I’m away, especially for such a long time, I am more removed from the things that weigh heavily on me back home. One of my friends is worried about her marriage, another friend just lost his father, and one of my relatives is coping with a serious health issue. While I don’t escape these worries completely, I am a more removed from their intensity when I’m far away from home.
I’m also removed from the more day-to-day obligations back home, my volunteer work, yard work, and housework. Nothing really difficult or stressful, I am retired after all. But there’s definitely more on the to-do list waiting for me when I get home.
But there are also friends and family I haven’t seen in weeks! Five weeks of their lives have happened and I don’t really know anything about them. There are long lunches and long walking dates that will be filled with interesting stories of things I have missed.
There are ripe tomatoes on the vine in my back yard.
There is a king-size bed and lots of space in my house to spread out.
There’s the possibility of shedding the pounds I’ve gained eating and drinking to my heart’s content in Manhattan--the silver lining of living in dining wasteland.
There is my piano.
And there are a few things I want to bring home from New York. Each morning, Doug and I went for a walk around the reservoir in Central Park. It’s a nice way to start the day. Not having Central Park at home is not a good enough reason not to do this at home. Sorry, that was a lot of nots. I’m going to start each day with a walk when I get back home.
I have watched virtually no TV news since I’ve been here. I’d like to keep that abstention up at home too.
I have survived five weeks with one suitcase of clothes. It’s actually kind of nice--I’m going to do some serious purging of the closet when I get home.
Until then, I’m going to relish this last day of having Doug all to myself, and look forward to connecting with all the people I’ve missed over the last month.
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