Taxi ride home


It was a pretty damn nice day yesterday. ┬áBeautiful weather, a bbq in a lovely courtyard down in the Village, a walk back home and finally out dancing at a place that had amazing energy, a fantastic and diverse crowd, and music you really wanted to move to. It didn’t hurt that I was with friends old and new, the laughter coming quickly and easily. I think settling into life in a particular place, and feeling your place in it, happens in stages. And the feeling of rightness of place just comes into focus in bits and pieces. In the cab on the way home last night, with my window rolled down and the definite summer breeze hitting my face, it felt right to be here in this city. It felt like home.


  1. Boris says:

    Sounds like something Carrie Bradshaw would write.