And after a couple of potholes, my road to recovery was paved with wonderful friends, amazing family, skilled and compassionate medical-type people, happy cards, gorgeous flowers, yummy candy, and love love love love love.
Then I got home and stared at this for what felt like a really really long time. (No, I'm not at all dramatic...I'm not.)
And even though so many of my favorites came to visit. And even after I was able to go out, I still felt like the walls were closing in on me.
Today, I go to go to work! Yay! Ok, not that I miss the actual working part, but I had somewhere to be! I got to be part of the ebb and flow of the city again.
I saw cute babies in strollers with sleepy parents pushing them down the street.
I saw teenagers who were clearly skipping school to go check out South Street with expensive cameras.
I saw this weird balloon thing.
I smelled trees and flowers and goodness and fabric softener.
I heard a beautiful voice singing way too loud in the subway station where the acoustics are oddly awesome.
Then, I saw this on a manhole cover and laughed out loud.
It's good to feel a part of the world again.
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