Time Waits For No Blog
I finally got my New York pictures up on Facebook this morning, which meant that I looked through all of them again and realised how much I still wanted to share here. But time is marching on and other things are happening and other words are forming and there’s lots of other, more immediate stuff I want to share too. Plus I’m still counting down until I leave (8 days!) and there’s lots I want to do between now and then which leaves nary a moment for me to settle down and write something coherent. Things may well be a bit jumbled for the next few days.
Thinking about being out of time made me think in particular about a post I’ve been – not putting off, but not getting on with either – a post about the moments in New York – too many moments – where I felt out of step with the rest of the world, unbalanced and unsure. It’s a feeling I’ve been trying to process since I got back, along with the rest, as well as the good stuff. I’ve been trying hard not to shy away from it, although it’s been difficult to focus properly – like it’s a hard nugget of a thing that I can only glance at, out of the corner of my eye, not really get into by direct means. But I want to talk about it here because I think it’s important not to limit my posts to only the shiny happy things, because sometimes, well, things are neither shiny nor happy. But I can’t think of anything else to say about it. Not yet, anyway. So perhaps it’s enough to simply acknowledge it, for now.
Meantime, Things I Loved About New York #372: The buildings.
Now I love architecture and design, and at least half my holiday photos are always of the buildings, but good golly, New York is just so wonderfully grand. I spent so much time gazing at my surrounds, it completely knocked my socks off.