I wrote this curled up on my hostess’ couch, sweating out the half day’s travel to Brooklyn.
I’m smiling in a contented fashion at my new surroundings. But how is a Brooklyn apartment THAT different from the Zen Apartment in Toronto? There are definitely less ‘real life’ responsibilities, at least for now — before returning home looms up. Traveling could be seen as avoidance by some but it could also be seen as a return to appreciation.
I appreciate air conditioned subway cars. Pitchers of margaritas. Yoko Ono’s “Wish Tree” at MOMA. The Jim Henson exhibit. Cucumber Lime Paletas. Tree-lined streets. Vegan ice cream. I appreciate Olivia & Tristan’s hospitality. Flying on Porter. Sweating-like-I’m-in-hot-yoga-in-polite-company. The serenity of St. Patrick’s cathedral. I appreciate urban nature. Travel writing anthologies. Returning home with a refreshed mindset.