Funny that Derek and I are back in gotham city on the 7th anniversary of September 11th. We are still on Nairobi time, as I type at 4 am here. Marybeth, mother to my very dear friend Gwyn, has graciously allowed for us to stay in her top floor apartment on 108 and Broadway. When we got to the apartment last night, we looked out the windows to her stellar view of curvy Broadway and the Hudson. Very nice. Marybeth is not only a mother, but a successful and talented actress who is one of the few to make a living off of it. She has photos all over of her times on Broadway and on movie sets and TV shows. Very neat to see. It is like glimpsing into a true New Yorker’s life that has been so colorful and full of experiences I could never imagine.
It is really weird to already be back in New York. When we went through immigration at JFK, the officer said “welcome home.” But funny, i feel like it is not my home any more. Eight years of living here and feeling it was mine, are gone in a month, and I feel like a stranger to this city. And sitting here typing on September 11th is even stranger – seems like that happened twenty years ago. Well, until you see the video footage. And those feelings all come rushing back.
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