Gravity of Another Kind
I lived in New York for about 9 years and 11 months…. Then there was this weird pandemic thing.
But anyway.
I love New York (as the saying goes). I went to Texas circa Covid, because my mother was unwell, and there was a sense that normal life was effectively over (which may be true and maybe always was). Anyway, my mother was treated effectively, but I experienced a stroke, and my fiancée left.
And so like that sucked. But I still love (and miss) NY. Lately I have felt drawn to it, as if by a force.
Obviously, I don’t like having impaired speech and sight, but I’m glad I am alive and have the opportunity to realize how much NYC means to me. I need to figure out how to go there. It occurs to me I can’t just hop on a train now that I have a (fantastic) dog.