We just got back from our pilgrimage to New York. On some level I've always considered myself in exile from New York. We were flying high from the moment we got there until I started having dentist related panic attacks in the cab on the way back to Newark just over a week later. The next several posts will be about our trip: our favorite things, artists, poets and architects I want to know more about, baby friendly discoveries, shopping, and eats. My hope is to make the trip last longer this way, to deepen the impressions and just share some of what we found. We may try to move there. I left my heart there many, many years ago. . . sorry, San Francisco. But then, New York has been a love from afar-touched on every few years through the last couple of decades. I see myself at 13, at 18, 19, 23, 27, 31. . . and now again at 38. And I've never lost the feeling that it was my birthright to live there. We'll see.
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