Tuesday, July 17, 2012
But, the real reason is because when everything about me is stripped away, all the places I've lived or considered living, all the things that anyone currently knows about me or who people think I am, this is who I know that I am and where I fit in. I am a New Yorker. Sometimes I struggle to know where I belong or where I should live. And while chances are that I will never live in New York again, I know exactly where my roots are. I haven't been uprooted, as some people call it, I've been severed. My roots remain in New York.
I know exactly where to find myself should I ever lose my way. I'm exposed and it feels just right.
Other reasons this day was so wonderful:
The water was cold as I believe ocean water should be.
The wind was exhilarating and cooled the air by at least 20 degrees.
I "got" the people... and the accents.
It rained at night (three times) and everything was green.
I'm with Steve and the ocean reminds me of our younger days- the Jersey shore where, at 20, we drove all night to get there and I got sun poisoning the next day, Martha's Vineyard, Nantucket, Block Island, Cape Cod for our honeymoon, and Maine, where we lived for two years.
The ferry out here to Fire Island was like an amusement park ride. Ocean spray soaked us and one lady hooted and laughed at every swell. (It wasn't me.)
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