Part of it, anyway.
I half-jokingly tell friends that my visits there remind me that I'm still normal. The diversity of people, looks, accents, food, thought, scenery, transportation, craziness all invigorate me.
I returned to Knoxville this weekend after eight days in New York City. It's where I grew up. During this trip, I was intentional about spending alone time with each family member. I was so thrilled it worked out. (We're usually in groups because there are so many of us.)
I also enjoyed time with old friends. I hung out with my junior high school pal Wendy who lives across the street from my parent's Brooklyn home; I met my friend Robert and his wife Rochelle for dinner at a cool Brooklyn diner; I visited the kid I babysat while in college (he's now 16.) And remember my friend Peter? He sent me back to Knoxville with another collection of books. (Sad face!!)
The trip wasn't exactly restful. But it was sweet.
Some scenes from last week:
In the Fort Greene neighborhood, Brooklyn.
My favorite landmark: Le Brooklyn Bridge.
Hot dog from a street vendor. Ketchup, mustard and sauerkraut? Yes, please.
I spotted this dude when Wendy and I were heading back from dinner. How he managed to ride this really tall bike with no seat was a mystery. But it was interesting to watch.
I spent a day in Connecticut with my friend Peter and we stopped by the beach near his home.
Speaking of water, this is one of my favorite things to see in New York during humid summers.
By the way, I'm a light packer. I try to carry everything on board for domestic flights. It was pretty easy with summer clothes. I actually had room to spare. It's trickier in the winter and during the holidays. But I love the challenge.