Back in the New York Groove

Alone on the 6 train: a very rare occurrance.

It's a strange thing to be here, in a place I'm calling home but that isn't my home: it's the home of my mother and although it's comfortable and I feel "at home" here, I don't have my things and in fact, I'm not altogether sure of what I do and do not own anymore. 

I'm not sure how I feel about that.

For nearly ten weeks I've been here, stationary in New York City, and my feet are getting itchy again. Just now, Dan was saying how he's never been to Miami (me neither!) and within seconds we were checking flights and mentally packing our bags. But, just as quickly, we realized that we have our wedding to plan and, um, that shiz ain't cheap. 

I mean, don't get me wrong: we are totally stoked to be getting married. Planning a wedding is so much fun, especially if you're not a Bride/Groom-zilla. (Think the Groomzilla doesn't exist? Well they do my friends, and they are wrapped in plastic, letterpressed to death, and have bedazzled their own Swarovski crystal-encrusted bow ties. For the record, Dan and I have taken a decidedly casual approach to planning our wedding. To whit: when we were asked what "our colors" were for the umpteenth time - which, in my humble opinion, has to be the most asinine question in the history of asinine questions - we looked down at our flannels and were like, "Um, green and blue?")

Dinner! At a table! With wine! Like real people! :-D

But I digress.

The point I was trying to make is that this transitional period is both wonderful and strange: we're doing BIG THINGS and that feels good. And yet - it's so hard to let go of being on the road - even if it's just for a short time. I miss it fiercely.

BUT we've also been loving being able to work on the projects that were forced to stay dormant during our madcap turns around Europe and the States, being able to eat healthfully and to cook at home, and being able to wash our clothes with any kind of frequency. That last one especially . . . magic, I tell you.