I loved my trip to New York. Every time I love the hustle of the city. I can find exhorbitantly expensive meals or inexpensive, gorgeous, fresh flowers. I can sit in a park full of people reading, walking, lounging and feel a sense of community with strangers.
But every time I leave, I’m exhausted. The pace is invigorating for a few days but I need a break by the time I part.
I’m home. Sorry I can’t manage to post anything in a timely fashion.