How to do nothing in Brooklyn.
I am not on vacation. It’s something that is both easy to grasp and hard to understand. If I were on vacation I would need to fill all of my precious time with something new and exciting. Going to New York would mean Central Park and the Empire State Building.
But I am now just living. So that means that I will have to take days to do things like laundry or going to the post office. And that means if, on my third day in Brooklyn, I don’t leave the apartment because I am exhausted from the day before and because I have many things I want to get done, such as editing photos and preparing a few blog posts, it’s OK.
Tuesday I woke up at 9:30, which for me, lately, is sleeping in. It’s nice to sleep in. After years of waking up at 7am for work my body conditioned itself to always wake up at that time. Even on weekends. Even on mornings when I went to bed at 4am drunk. Leaving me perpetually fatigued.
My body is beginning to learn that it no longer needs to do that.
And then I spent the entire day at my computer.
And that’s OK.
That night Amber cooked dinner: chicken and quinoa and a salad and it was delicious. And then we all went to a bar for beer and a few hot wings and brussels sprouts.
Amber and I took photos of everything (it’s really fun to have a photographer around who understands my need to document). Rob and I discussed some competitive eating and why I could not be the person behind eatfeats. And their friend, Patrice, told me I had to learn the name for condoms in every language…
And Wednesday, after re-packing my bags, we went and got coffee. And then ate some fabulous sourdough waffles with raspberry butter at a place called Perch.
And that was my final meal before leaving America.
So I didn’t do anything monumental in New York. I didn’t see any sites or even see much outside of their Brooklyn apartment and the few block radius around it.
But that’s OK.