I got so desperate today, that I found myself not only listening to Limp Bizkit and making rash decisions, but I also ended up drawing a rough map of New York and told a couple of meet-ees about where things were. Mostly the airports. Which is kind of stupid. But it made me feel closer to it somehow, as though it isn't unimaginable that I could go back there one day. It's rather sad that I've been fantasising about the place so much lately. I think it's just the spring weather that brings it on and makes me think of what a good time of year it is to go there.
I also miss the idea of that kind of creative holiday of wandering around museums and the park and buying coffees (or iced coffees in warm spring weather) and reading newspapers and magazines, and above all, indulging in some people-watching. I would kill for that right now.
Instead, I shall have to face the demands of the strait-jacketers around me and keep my fantasies to myself.
But just for old time's sake, here are a few fond corners of New York I wouldn't have wanted to miss, not least for the daily diary-writing at the cafe, which culminated in a typical New Yorker, "Good luck with the writing" comment from a random fellow coffee-drinker:
Where else would you get blue sky in EVERY picture? I even miss travelling on the rather 'ghetto' JMZ train. The view as it ambled across to Manhattan from Williamsburg was truly a delight in itself. I just hope they haven't done a 'Northern Line' kind of re-vamp on it or something awful like that. I don't think New York can take any more 'disney-fying', quite honestly. It's just not her style.
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