HI-atus

So.

Did­ja miss me?

We’ve been here a month and it has been an absolute joy to be back.

“Back.” What to say? Can’t say “home,” because that’s sup­posed to be Lon­don. But it feels like home. This pic­ture is tak­en from the hotel room where John’s liv­ing this sum­mer dur­ing the weeks, where we had a roman­tic ren­dezvous a cou­ple of weeks ago. Bright lights, big city for sure. There are so many dif­fer­ences between Lon­don and New York. Num­ber one may well be sheer height. The build­ings are so tow­er­ing, one feels so tiny on the streets. I always for­get that, liv­ing in Tribeca where every­thing is Lon­don height, but in mid­town, name­ly 34th Street and 8th Avenue where this shot was tak­en, it’s all the Great White Way, and peo­ple are dwarfed. And prob­a­bly dwarfs, too, if it comes to that. That’s anoth­er dif­fer­ence. Odd­i­ty, strange­ness, any­thing goes, is the norm in New York, which I almost for­got. Not that Lon­don isn’t inter­na­tion­al, cos­mopoli­tan, etc. But New York? Times Square? Mid­town, in July? Just plain WEIRD. And it’s all normal.

So we’ve been back. It’s been a huge roller coast­er. I may well need a vaca­tion from my vaca­tion because we’ve been a move­able feast, for sure. I have to admit to a huge iden­ti­ty cri­sis: when­ev­er I see a pho­to, on a dra­ma pro­mo on TV, of the New York sky­line, I feel a huge surge of “that’s my home, that’s my town.” On the oth­er hand, when all the recent crazi­ness hap­pened with trav­el, and start­ing from Lon­don, I thought, “THAT’S my home, that’s my town, and how dare any­one vio­late it?” A bit of a conun­drum. Of course, only in my life would my loy­al­ties be divid­ed between the two towns on earth with com­pet­ing BIG RED X marks on them for inter­na­tion­al intrigue. Sigh. I love both my towns.

I’m going to start anoth­er post so we can show anoth­er cou­ple of photos!