It is, isn’t it? Untouched, unsullied, full of possibilities – like my spoon and then my mouth. This picture was from yesterday and I’m wishing very much that I was back in that moment. It would be nice to be standing in front of the almost glassy reflection of the freshly opened jar of Jif. Instead, I am sitting on a very rumbly Amtrak train with a very rumbly tummy. This is my second attempt at traveling to NYC this morning for work. I missed the first train, and also forgot my headphones on the dresser in our guest room. So after many dollars and a few apologetic emails, it’s just me and my thoughts and a hundred or so other sullen commuters (also one kid playing a very loud video game on his phone) en route to that apple-y city I love so much.
New York is so different for me now. It’s the place I used to live – the place that I became an adult. I will always love it, but in this moment there is no place I’d rather NOT go. I’d much rather be sitting in my kitchen with the cats, listening to the sounds of my neighborhood outside (mostly quiet interspersed with yelling and the neighbor’s dog) as it rains. I’d much rather be daydreaming about the first dip into a brand new jar of peanut butter.
Hope you’re having a lovely Friday – anyone who reads this.