I really hate to fly, so I have found myself willing to drive extreme distances in order to avoid boarding a plane. I'm not afraid of flying...I just hate the hastle. I do love to ride trains though...I'm on one right now on my way back to Washington D.C. from New York.
I had no idea New Jersey had so much wetlands.
I just did a whirlwind 36 hour run through Manhattan...I wasn't mentally ready for it. The moment I walked up the stairs at Penn Station into the sunlight, the city just slapped me in the face. My mind was still with my family who I just got back into New Orleans in July. This was the first trip I've had to be away from them since they got back. I just wasn't ready for the hustle and bustle. I immediately ran for an Irish Bar right across the street and downed a couple Harp to calm my nerves...ok, maybe 3...or 4.
Normally I love coming to the Big Apple, I just wasn't in the state of mind to deal with it this time. I've just been enjoying staying holed up with my family for the past couple of months...I didn't want to leave them. I wasn't in the state of mind to do the New York groove....forgive me Space Ace. I was having a Jimmy Buffett "four lonely days in the brown L.A. haze" moment...or in my case, "34 lonely hours among the looming New York towers" moment.
One funny note...I was leaving NYU where I was at a forum and I got on the subway at West 4th Avenue. I hop on the train to go to Penn Station, I look up, and I see one of my friends who is an artist from New Orleans. He moved to NYC after the storm and decided to stay. How crazy is it that? You go to a city of 8 million people and you randomly run into somebody you know.
I love New York, but it really made me appreciate my life in New Orleans even more. I guess I'm still a country mouse at heart.