Yesterday after I met Sarah at Penn Station, we headed back to the apartment. She related to me her youngest daughter’s reaction to Mama going to New York for a few days. Her daughter was crying uncontrollably, and she very much did not want her mama to go. This story really broke my heart, and I almost told her to jump back on the plane and go home to her daughter. But I did not. I kept that thought to myself. Because I wanted Sarah to myself. Just for a few days. Because I am selfish.
We walked a lot today. Seriously. Union Square. East Village. SoHo. NoHo. Greenwich Village. Of course I’ll be posting photos once we’ve worn the weekend to bits.
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