1 Mother 2 Another

I’m back, but I’m not back, if
you know what I mean.


I just had about the best five days of my life, eating my way
through every single ethnic food type there was in New York –
which is saying a lot – and sampled pretty much every
chocolatier’s offering. Which is also saying a lot. I walked
through EVERY major neighborhood in Manhattan, and had a grand time
reuniting with the city I love so much.


But most of all, I talked.

I hooked up with two of my best friends
and we talked constantly. We talked about night-night routines
while we wandered through the Greco-Roman sculpture gallery at the
Met, and dissected kindergarten (why is it so freakin’ HARD?)
as we strolled the poet’s walk in Central Park. We talked and
laughed and cried and prayed and had a fantastic time.


There’s something to be said for simply being known by other
people, and being known intimately. Every single minute in New York
was spent either eating or catching up with one of about twenty
friends – when not with my two best friends, of course. I was
hungry for some great Thai food, but starved for details of my
friends’ lives – the mundane details, the painful
details, the sad ones and the joyful ones.


I got home yesterday evening with a tight waistband, a full belly,
and a sated heart. I’ve shown pictures of my girls to
everyone I know, and go back to my daily life confident that my
long-distance friends have a better picture of how I live
day-to-day now.


Have I mentioned that my mother and husband seriously rock?