alright so last saturday was a Special Saturday so i didn’t do the 30 minutes of writing i was planning to do, but i’m doing it now.
saturday was Special because i spent the weekend in nyc, catching up with some of my closest friends. i had the best time just hanging out, walking, and eating with the best people i know.
it had been over two years since my last visit to the city. i had been using the pandemic as an excuse to put off making the trip, which i suppose is a real concern and omicron almost took it off the table again, but i think there were some larger fears in the mix, too. what if i visit and regret moving out of the city? (that never happens.) what if i visit and can’t see all the people i want to see in the amount of time i give myself? (that always happens.) what if i visit and all of the sudden to my friends i’m the outsider country bumpkin who no longer has any relevance in the land of seamless and caviar??? (i have no evidence of this happening, but i do think about it constantly.)
anyway, my refrain on leaving new york remains the same: i miss my friends and that is it. and sometimes i miss the anonymity of a big city. but while i am never ready to leave my friends’ couches, i am honestly always ready to leave the five boroughs. especially during a pandemic, when i don’t feel comfortable going to museums or seeing live performances. i just wish i could bring all my friends with me when i leave.