When I am home and life is predictably normal, all I want is to get out. To move, to travel, to leave. When I do get out, it is only a short time before I long for the comfort of home again. Neither option really seems to fit.
What I realized while I was swaying with the rocking of the subway was that I am looking for my own feeling of home, not a geographical place. Sounds like an obvious statement.
The old cliche "home is where the heart is" is a little more meaningful to me now.
So I guess I'm still looking for my heart....
In the meantime here are a few pics from the trip:
Keiter and his artsy iphone camera
Brooklyn Bridge
My incredible host and I on the garden terrace of the MET
30 Rock. Love it.
3 comments:
I bet that you will find your heart in the driver's seat of a Mini Cooper. Just saying...
Glad you made it to New York--Doris and Ron didn't make it.
Always glad to see your pics!!!
you look really pretty in all those photos.
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