Today was a big wind day and school was canceled.
Not a huge deal for this librarian since
it was already a day for parent teacher conferences.
I bravely – perhaps foolishly – I drove to NYC.
Every time I go to the city
I always pause and ask myself
if I could to live here again.
I first moved to NYC
when I was freshly 22
in late October
some years ago.
My earliest memories of NYC
are of visiting my dad’s folks
as a small child on west 28th street
in a very tall building.
I was fascinated by the garbage chute in the hallway,
the view of the busy street from way up high,
and the nerve of a cousin swiping frosting off a cake with a finger.
At 22 I arrived by train with with 2 large bags
and twelve blocks to walk.
I managed to hail my first cab.
When I opened the door I was greeted
by the door on the other side opening
and a short fiesty woman
telling me to move – this was her cab.
We shall see what this adventure brings.