My Bold Bonus Life: 17
On my penultimate day as a 28 year-old New Yorker (my mini-life on the Upper West Side ends tomorrow), I took a bus to the Bronx.
It was the borough I hadn’t yet hit. And I wanted to see it slowly and aboveground instead of popping up out of a subway. The part I saw around 145th, not far across the river, was jammed with fast food and bargain stores and sidewalk merchandise. Lots of narrow and crammed-full stores. One heavily devoted to voodoo. I chose one devoted to ice cream as my turn-around point for heading back to Manhattan. Food report: pralines and cream.
Earlier in the day, I’d had the best bagel of my life (this 18-day one at least) at Hot & Crusty, a bakery/deli a few blocks from the apartment. Twice before I’d been there and not been able to find a table. This told me to keep trying. I was glad I did.
Then for dinner tonight: pasta at Bella Luna, also nearby: cappellini with broccoli that was neither too raw nor too cooked and sun-dried tomatoes and warm goat cheese, etc.
I’m slowing down in the amount of New York I cover in a day, definitely on a trajectory toward my regular life.
At the same time, I feel as if I have all the time in the world. No need to cram anything in, which is a relief, because I’d never be able to cram it all in, even if I had two more days.
I like this feeling about time. I hope it follows me back into my Main Menu life.
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