this time around we only had two suitcases instead of four and one trombone instead of two. this time around we did not get a “welcome to nyc” ride from the airport but took a cab instead. this time around we did not have to stay two weeks with some friends until we found our own place but we got to go home. to our own little railroad apartment in williamsburg. to our own bed and plates and sort of white couch. to our favorite bodega and hamburger joint.

this time around is much different and i am much, i am mean very,  thankful. 

riding in the cab up metropolitan street last night was like driving into some broadway set. it did not even seem real. oddly, everything was exactly the same. exactly. even the hipsters. but now they are summer time hipster, which is the best kind of hipster. it was refreshing and a little disorienting to be so familiar with a place that seems totally other worldly and far far away from my summer in the west.

it is hard to say what i am feeling. and i think trying to write it down does not help but makes me feel more confused and foreign. instead i am going to go buy some wine and meat for dinner tonight. i am going to walk down my street and continue to get reacquainted with my neighborhood. it is nice to see you again brooklyn. i have no idea what you have in store for me this year, but my hands are open. sort of dirty, but open.