I move through space. But don’t always know where I am. I do know that I’m tucked into a big puffy bed in a brownstone in Manhattan. (That one there on the left.) I think I’m in Gramercy. Or is it Stuyvesant? And that New York gets much better when I walk, winding through delis and grocery stores, past cleaners and restaurants.In a strange turn. Sometimes when I travel in the U.S. I get a little clench of anxiety. Will I figure out where to go? Will I get a seat on the train? I can tell myself this is completely nonsensical. That if landing in Addis Ababa where I cannot speak the language or in Calcutta does not phase me, why worry about getting anywhere in a country where I speak the language and have the currency? But there it is. Like an Achilles heel. That little clench. Of anxiety.
That's really interesting. Although I am also more comfortable traveling other places.
ReplyDeletePeace,
~Chani
It's those mean streets....
ReplyDeleteWow, I never would have guessed something like that about you from your travel writing you are so cool and collected all the time. I guess we all have that little weak heel somewhere.
ReplyDeleteDon't be nervous! New York is a wonderful place!
ReplyDeleteIf you are in the Gramercy area... I want to recommend a restaurnat that I think you would absolutely love. It reminds me of a culmination of all your traveling. It is called "Rice" and it is on Lexington and 28th.
Take the 6 train. ;)
NYC is a wonderful place and a place best experienced walking. :)
ReplyDeleteOooh- I love a good NYC brownstone... Sometimes I truly miss that city. And I love just wandering the streets, wondering what I will find. Always something new and good, or maybe olf and familiar. mmmmmmmmmmmm.
ReplyDeletewow.. how interesting. still wish i had your life!
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