My self imposed exile is over.
It has always been my custom to ease into a new year. This year has thus far been a shock to my system. I mean I’ve been going at break-neck speed. So much so that I can barely hold a clear thought in my head.
I feel myself on the verge of yet another change. What that change will be, I can’t begin to guess.
What I do know is I’m headed to NYC for a few days. I’m seriously homesick and can hardly wait to get there.
I haven’t been back home in a while, so I’m looking forward to it. I miss my mother and my old stomping grounds and I haven’t been to NYC since the arrival of Laduree. That alone should be a crime!
I’ll try to show some moderation but don’t get mad if I go macaron crazy.
I want to…
feel cold air on my face
eat a salt pretzel
walk in Central Park
go to the Guggenheim
eat Cuban food