Watchin' the Grammys in Gotham
I am perched. In a small hotel room. In Manhattan. It's been ages since I've written. I've been in Ghana for a month. Holidays have come and gone. I started an Etsy store named Found Alchemy, just for fun. (It's here.) And I've spent the week ordering tents for and thinking about going to Haiti.
I was reminded today. In a good way. How none of us ever knows what our days will be like. I left for NY. Thinking I hate the city. But really. I only hate. LaGuardia. Which feels like an overgrown bus station with gum on the floor. By the time I get into the city. And see the restaurants. And small groceries on nearly every corner. I like it. I get to Manhattan. And I remember it's a place where women can walk at night.
And riding on the Super Shuttle from the airport. I was on Rockefeller and in Times Square in riding past Broadway theaters. None of which. I anticipated. I'd see today.