Thursday, August 12, 2004
home from my visit home.
i'm back.
it doesn't help that the path to our apartment from JFK takes you through some truly unattractive areas of queens, and that august is particularly gross smelling, and that two people shoved me on the train trip home, but i was not really happy to be back that day, no matter how joyfully my heart lept to see the monkey. it was so plain on my face that less than a block from our door, at the end of the hour long series of public transpo that gets us home from that airport, he blurted out i'm sorry you don't like it here.
well, i was sorry, too. but something magical has happened over the last two days. yeah, it's a rude awakening from the dream that is seattle, and yeah, i'm never going to like the weather or the garbage or the rudeness, but . . . i got sucked back in. in a good way. new york did its thing, and i drank the kool aid, or whatever happens when i'm here, and today i'm back to feeling like new york is a secret the west coast never gets to understand. i feel like an exchange student, a missionary, an ambassador--and not because i've got something good to preach, but because i'm living among so much difference. it's weird here, but it's home. and as much as i reminded myself every five minutes while back west that i can move home in five-to-seven years if i want to, i'm glad to be here now.
it doesn't help that the path to our apartment from JFK takes you through some truly unattractive areas of queens, and that august is particularly gross smelling, and that two people shoved me on the train trip home, but i was not really happy to be back that day, no matter how joyfully my heart lept to see the monkey. it was so plain on my face that less than a block from our door, at the end of the hour long series of public transpo that gets us home from that airport, he blurted out i'm sorry you don't like it here.
well, i was sorry, too. but something magical has happened over the last two days. yeah, it's a rude awakening from the dream that is seattle, and yeah, i'm never going to like the weather or the garbage or the rudeness, but . . . i got sucked back in. in a good way. new york did its thing, and i drank the kool aid, or whatever happens when i'm here, and today i'm back to feeling like new york is a secret the west coast never gets to understand. i feel like an exchange student, a missionary, an ambassador--and not because i've got something good to preach, but because i'm living among so much difference. it's weird here, but it's home. and as much as i reminded myself every five minutes while back west that i can move home in five-to-seven years if i want to, i'm glad to be here now.
