New Orleans, LA
Going to New York for a week was just what the doctor ordered. Last night I was having dinner with my old co-workers from the park. One of them asked, have you been enjoying being back in New York?
"It's been fantastic!"
Does it make you think about possibly moving back?
I love visiting New York. (I should get that made into a t-shirt.)
Visiting means not having to worry about laundry. There's no apartment to clean. There are no work deadlines to meet. No school work to submit to professors. Friends try hard to get together to catch up face to face, even if it's only for 20 minutes over a cup of tea. There's time to wander the museums. It's ok to gorge on sugar because of all the walking and endless stairs. Two dinners, back-to-back in one night, are perfectly acceptable. The one week unlimited ride Metrocard is worth its weight in gold.
There's enough time to visit old haunts and see a new place or two. There are several favorite places not visited, beckoning for a return inspection. Favorite people not seen, needing to be returned to before too much more time passes.
When I lived in the city, somehow there was never time for all these things.