Back to New York, just like old times. But not really. It's funny how much has changed. Each time I visit, I go through "the phases":
1- excited to see things and feel recognition, like returning home
2- glad I don't live there any more, because it's such a pain in the ass
3- pain in the ass numbed, move on to more important things, like what to eat and do
4- feel eerily at home and dread leaving
5- get back to Minneapolis, realize I don't remember how to drive
I took this picture with Ferris sleeping in the Ergo. Ferris on my chest walking in Union Square, a scene that unfolded countless time, but so different now. We spent a few days together as a 4-some and then Athena and I stayed on an extra week, to eat, explore, eat. There was an instinct to relive the life we had together in the places where I was so happy. But now that Athena's here, it just felt silly. We've moved on to new happy, so I tried some new places, too. And I got my April video done there! Woot.