nyc in the summer
it is H-O-T in the city today. or maybe i'm just not used to it. 95 and humid. but it's not like new orleans hot. not like new orleans, doing manual labor in an enclosed house kind of hot. but it is nevertheless hot. too hot to climb.
i walked out from the air conditioned auditorium onto the sidewalk, and immediately, i could feel the heat of the sun soaking into my dark hair. but most of all, i could feel the humidity on my skin. the smell of freshly cut grass swept over me (even though there's none to be found within miles of where i'm staying). it was refreshing in a way, reminding me of my childhood in chicago.
and then it struck me: i miss my mom.
well, it didn't really strike me in just that moment. i've been thinking about it a lot. sometimes i cry about it. (like the episode of ugly betty when she visits her grandmother, and the grandmother, who isn't quite lucid, thinks betty's her daughter and apologizes to her for not having realized that she did the right thing by marrying the man she loved? yeah, i wept like a babe.)
funny how this entry started with hot nyc and ended with me crying about missing my mom.
current hypochondriacal concern: stomach cancer (it's definitely SOMEthing. i'm going to see a doctor about this one)
i walked out from the air conditioned auditorium onto the sidewalk, and immediately, i could feel the heat of the sun soaking into my dark hair. but most of all, i could feel the humidity on my skin. the smell of freshly cut grass swept over me (even though there's none to be found within miles of where i'm staying). it was refreshing in a way, reminding me of my childhood in chicago.
and then it struck me: i miss my mom.
well, it didn't really strike me in just that moment. i've been thinking about it a lot. sometimes i cry about it. (like the episode of ugly betty when she visits her grandmother, and the grandmother, who isn't quite lucid, thinks betty's her daughter and apologizes to her for not having realized that she did the right thing by marrying the man she loved? yeah, i wept like a babe.)
funny how this entry started with hot nyc and ended with me crying about missing my mom.
current hypochondriacal concern: stomach cancer (it's definitely SOMEthing. i'm going to see a doctor about this one)
