Dirty Little Secret #30
I'm freaking out a little.
I miss Manhattan, desperately sometimes. Its smell. Its weather. The miles and miles I used to walk behind my stroller. The people and the food.
But sometimes I still have very bad dreams. And sometimes I have trouble getting on airplanes, even through I seem to be on one every six to eight weeks. And that plane crashed today in my old neighborhood. Those buildings are full of families. There's a school and a playground where I used to take Lizzy right near that building. Dirk worked three blocks down York Ave, on 69th. Three blocks! You could see it in the news footage. I could have been walking right past, on my way to visit him, when it happened. If I'd have been doing dishes in my apartment on 83rd St., or playing with Lizzy in the living room - where my big windows faced south down York Ave - I'd have seen it happen. And I'd have gone bananas.
And I'm not even sure why I'm telling you that, but I have tell someone. I know I've said all this before. Why beat a dead horse about my small issues when the people who are actually now living in my old apartment are the ones who are scared shitless?
I know this is different. I know this isn't the same. But how does a plane navigate the canyons of the Upper East Side? It didn't hit the building on the river side - it was zooming up and down York Ave., right past Sotheby's and New York Hospital and Memorial Sloan Kettering Cancer Center.
Disney World is a no fly zone. DISNEY WORLD. Are we just so sure that lightening doesn't strike twice?
I miss Manhattan, desperately sometimes. Its smell. Its weather. The miles and miles I used to walk behind my stroller. The people and the food.
But sometimes I still have very bad dreams. And sometimes I have trouble getting on airplanes, even through I seem to be on one every six to eight weeks. And that plane crashed today in my old neighborhood. Those buildings are full of families. There's a school and a playground where I used to take Lizzy right near that building. Dirk worked three blocks down York Ave, on 69th. Three blocks! You could see it in the news footage. I could have been walking right past, on my way to visit him, when it happened. If I'd have been doing dishes in my apartment on 83rd St., or playing with Lizzy in the living room - where my big windows faced south down York Ave - I'd have seen it happen. And I'd have gone bananas.
And I'm not even sure why I'm telling you that, but I have tell someone. I know I've said all this before. Why beat a dead horse about my small issues when the people who are actually now living in my old apartment are the ones who are scared shitless?
I know this is different. I know this isn't the same. But how does a plane navigate the canyons of the Upper East Side? It didn't hit the building on the river side - it was zooming up and down York Ave., right past Sotheby's and New York Hospital and Memorial Sloan Kettering Cancer Center.
Disney World is a no fly zone. DISNEY WORLD. Are we just so sure that lightening doesn't strike twice?
posted by Karen at 3:35 PM
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