Sunday, August 2, 2009

I spent Sunday getting ready for Monday's trip. And I must say, I am getting bad at it. I forget to do things, forget what to pack. Then the day is going, going, and I must rush. In truth, though, I am tired of traveling alone. I would rather get ready with someone, talk about what we will do and see. I have traveled alone much in my life, but truly alone the past five years. There is a hollowness that accompanies the getting ready now, a falling away of what it means.

Spent yesterday getting ready for today's trip to NYC. I used to be ready in a minute. I'm slow and muddled. I'm tired of traveling alone, too. At least all the time.

But I have friends in NYC, old friends who are newly married.

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