I have once again returned from a vacation.  This one was a long time coming.  51 weeks.  Since I had waited so long, instead of hiking and going on the road, I relaxed with a lake.  On top of that, I am now 32, which is nice.  I think I feel much better than I have after previous vacations, which have usually involved some sort of sinking feeling when I return to the city.  After a week straight at my favorite lake and plenty of time with family, I feel refreshed.

Then again, when I returned to New York, the fire truck wailed and raced by as soon as I parked, the temperature was about 15 degrees higher than when I left the farm this afternoon, and my roommates had predictably filled the sink with several days of dishes... yeah, New York City.  I've equaled my previous living experience here... 33 months.  Last time I made a big deal about an adventure living in New York.  This time around I just moved here because it made sense at the time, and I'm still here, although better off than I was when I got here.  I'm not sure how long I'll stay.  Maybe more years, maybe a few months.

In any case, Hiromi is playing six nights in a row starting 7/26, so I am very happy to be back in the city!