confessions of a reformed tourist
One night when Bean was about eight months old, we took the subway from my dad’s house in The Bronx to my friend’s apartment on the Upper East Side. He was still Snugli-bound back then, so it was an easy trip. Pleasant. Fun.
We had a good night. He found her stash of cat food and [...]
The Carenage Fire Station, Saint George’s, Grenada. Via my new Flickr, which I just discovered because I’m an unrepentant late adopter. Think: Snow Leopard.
I also figured out about a month ago that Apple makes and iPod with built-in WiFi. Say what.
In other news, it’s cold and I’m really missing the sun. It has always bothered [...]
If you’re three and a half years old and were born in the Caribbean, you figure snow only exists in movies.
And then when for the first time you see snow fall? With your very own eyes?
Magic.
This photo very succinctly tells the story of my morning. Today’s a gorgeous day. Fall has always been my favorite.
I realized today that the sunlight in New England is turning to winter. (That sentence makes better sense if you consciously think of “winter” as an adjective.) This is the kind of thing that I understood [...]
Lately I’ve been worried that I’m mentally losing touch with Grenada. That I’m no longer an honorary West Indian. That I’ve lost my “spice”. And then today I was watching Bean try to put the peel back on a banana and I thought to myself:
“What de ass do he?”
Ah still got it.
Compartmentalizing your emotions is not unlike storing leftovers.
You put them in a Tupperware, throw the thing in the fridge and forget about it. Time passes. It gets pushed back, behind the milk. Then one day, when you’re trying to make room for something else, you come across it and toss it to the back [...]
This time next week I will be landing at JFK airport. I can hardly believe we’re really leaving. I’m too busy to really think about it much. For that I am very grateful.
I’m working on a blog post about how exquisitely bittersweet these last weeks have been. If all goes as planned, I’ll publish it [...]
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