Home and happy…
I love visiting my family, I really really do. Where else can I be “Super Auntie”? Who leaps tall piles of toys in a creaking bound? Or plays an hour of the incredibly intelligent game “Pig Mouse”?
It is great to be back in the city. I feel at ease with the hum of electricity through the power lines, the loud shuffle of plows and taxis with screeching brakes outside my window. Even the fact that my cat, who I am told missed me very very much, wouldn’t allow me to fall asleep until close to 4am last night and woke me at the crack of dawn to play again can’t dampen my city spirit.
The Christmas lights are on, I have X-Files on the telly and soon to have a glass of red in my grasp.
Thanks NYC. Thanks for being here for me. Thanks for letting me in. And thanks for letting me stay. If it’s alright with you, and not a bother, I’d like to be here for a while longer…
:)
