“as my writing ambitions grew so did my fantasies of living in the city, in a lovely apartment with brick walls, lined with books. i’d spend my days in cafes and coffee shops, with a well-worn notebook and my laptop and the lates important book. i would attend readings and rub elbows with the writers..
Tag: east village
i reached the corner of avenue a, and in front of me sprawled Tompkins Square Park. its trees hung heavy with new growth, pollen sifting dreamily over the benches and grass, the dogs and playing children. bussing with laughter and motion and birdsong, it seemed more alive than anything i’d ever seen. smelling the spring..
well, folks, here we go! the beginning of my series of posts on our trip to new york city! i am so excited that i could post everything right now, but i thought i’d spare you the insanity of all of it at once, so i thought i’d begin with the day of our arrival..