NYC, how I’ve missed thee

By the time I got into the apartment last night it was 8:30pm. That makes it 27 hours door to door. That's long enough to make any human crave comfort.

After checking in with people back home and showering I felt vaguely human. After walking the streets for an hour, sucking down a street gyro and chasing it with a cherry coke zero, I felt like I was in New York again. It doesn't take much.

I found it difficult to settle and helped myself sleep with some doctor prescribed assistance and the next thing I knew it was 11:30 am. I'd already missed the breakfast special at Sunburst Espresso.

A shave and another shower and I was ready to face the world again.

Breakfast at said diner was two organic eggs, over easy, with turkey on toast. The home fried potatoes, which I usually avoid, are made with a grilled red pepper that really boosts the flavour. It may be the hunger talking, but it's a pretty good breakfast and the coffee is great.

Things I had forgotten about:

  • people love to have very loud and very personal phone conversations in the street
  • every now and then some guy will pass by with his headphones on singing or reciting a rap to which only he can hear the backing music
  • savoury eggs and a side for breakfast will come with an inexplicable serve of grape jelly

Now I have to hit the road with some errands and get the day started properly.

Dear city, I have returned. Your indifference is satisfying.