Well I am back in the land of bagels and cream cheese. My plants are dead but the birdie is joyful and it’s great to see Jake and my apartment. I have a huge headache and my eyes are tired. I still have to write my scene for the novel writing class tomorrow. I am wondering whether I can squueze it after my Japanese class or should I just ask the teacher to hand in both week’s worth. Oh well, we’ll see what comes out tomorrow.
Just a week ago I was all excited to go back to Turkey and today I couldn’t wait to get back to New York. I met three jazz musicians on the plane who play locally, so now I’ll get to see them perform. One of the advantages of living in New York. I always thought New York would be a bad place to raise children. I planned to move to Boston whenever it was time to start a family, but these kids on the plane seemed to hate Boston so much that they made me reconsider. I don’t want my kids raised anywhere with close minded people, which seems to leave only New York or San Francisco as possible alternatives. I just always thought it would be cruel to bring up a kid in an apartment building when I could offer him or her grass to run on. I guess we all wants things for our children that we couldn’t have ourselves. But maybe that’s not the answer.
Very very jetlagged. Going to sleep. Hopefully I’ll be coherent soon.
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