I am back in New York City after almost two weeks away. This was a monumental occasion, because as I think back over the past thirteen years of my residency in this crazy, fabulous city, I realize that it has been ten years since I spent more than two weeks away (for my incredible, life-changing journey to Mozambique and Malawi in the summer of 2002).
It was a relief to be gone, but I missed it every day. I missed the view of the water towers from my daugther’s bedroom; I missed my local coffee shop; I missed the church; I missed the Easter River as seen from the Manhattan Bridge; I missed the energy AND the attitude. But, boy, was I glad to be gone. Air-conditioned cars and houses. Cavernous malls. Vast and empty playgrounds. The neighborhood pool. The whole trip filled me with a sense of dissonance (I like this definition: a simultaneous combination of tones conventionally accepted as being in a state of unrest and needing completion).