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I miss New York sometimes...
Jun. 23rd, 2003 01:26 pmI was out to get my lunch and I saw an old man having an argument with a tree, like someone was really sitting there. I came back and he was sitting on the nearby bench, still yelling at the tree. Maybe to him, someone really was there. But it made me remember all the times I saw it in Manhattan, when I went to Purchase College. I don't know whether to feel reminiscent, amused, or sad.
Watson went to New York this weekend to visit Beca. I hope he had a good time. Things haven't been exactly happy lately for him. But remembering his trip reminded me that one of these days, I may ask to go with him. I miss the Village and Grand Central Station and Third Avenue and the museums. I miss Brooklyn most of all. I haven't been there in almost ten years. I wonder if my dad's murals have been obscured by graffiti. We had to scrub it off so many times. I'm glad dad and mom used special paints so the murals wouldn't get ruined. I hear that the movie theater and most of the shops where I used to live on King's Highway are gone. It makes me feel lonely. It's always sad when a piece of your childhood is gone like that.
Whenever my parents and I came to Brooklyn, we would stay at my great-uncle Eli's house in Brooklyn Heights. Huge house, almost mansion-like. But after he died, our cousins David and Cheryl took over, and while we'd be welcome there any time at all, it would still be different.
The last time I saw Brooklyn was the day before I moved down to Maryland--September 21st, 2001. Unfortunately it was to gather at cousin Luciano's for Uncle Luciano's memorial. I saw so many relatives I didn't know. There were babies, but none of them had the Capello name. I realized that I am probably the last and youngest Capello in the U.S. Uncle Luciano's last three kids, Andreas, Laura, and Flavia, live in Switzerland. He had nine kids between two wives, and those last three he had when he was in his seventies, with his 40-something wife. Go Lou. No wonder I have so many friggin cousins.
I'd love to go back, just for a couple of days, if for nothing else but to walk down Christopher Street, or Flatbush Avenue in Brooklyn, and window shop. Besides, I still have college friends I promised I'd reunite with. Preferably before I get married. It's June 2003 now...Thanksgiving will be the start of year four, then the next Thanksgiving will be the start of year five. I have people constantly asking when Adam and I will get engaged or married. There's the answer then. If all goes well... the end of 2004 or the beginning of 2005. Makes me wonder just how many relatives I'll need to send invitations out to. Yow.
But I daydream.
Watson went to New York this weekend to visit Beca. I hope he had a good time. Things haven't been exactly happy lately for him. But remembering his trip reminded me that one of these days, I may ask to go with him. I miss the Village and Grand Central Station and Third Avenue and the museums. I miss Brooklyn most of all. I haven't been there in almost ten years. I wonder if my dad's murals have been obscured by graffiti. We had to scrub it off so many times. I'm glad dad and mom used special paints so the murals wouldn't get ruined. I hear that the movie theater and most of the shops where I used to live on King's Highway are gone. It makes me feel lonely. It's always sad when a piece of your childhood is gone like that.
Whenever my parents and I came to Brooklyn, we would stay at my great-uncle Eli's house in Brooklyn Heights. Huge house, almost mansion-like. But after he died, our cousins David and Cheryl took over, and while we'd be welcome there any time at all, it would still be different.
The last time I saw Brooklyn was the day before I moved down to Maryland--September 21st, 2001. Unfortunately it was to gather at cousin Luciano's for Uncle Luciano's memorial. I saw so many relatives I didn't know. There were babies, but none of them had the Capello name. I realized that I am probably the last and youngest Capello in the U.S. Uncle Luciano's last three kids, Andreas, Laura, and Flavia, live in Switzerland. He had nine kids between two wives, and those last three he had when he was in his seventies, with his 40-something wife. Go Lou. No wonder I have so many friggin cousins.
I'd love to go back, just for a couple of days, if for nothing else but to walk down Christopher Street, or Flatbush Avenue in Brooklyn, and window shop. Besides, I still have college friends I promised I'd reunite with. Preferably before I get married. It's June 2003 now...Thanksgiving will be the start of year four, then the next Thanksgiving will be the start of year five. I have people constantly asking when Adam and I will get engaged or married. There's the answer then. If all goes well... the end of 2004 or the beginning of 2005. Makes me wonder just how many relatives I'll need to send invitations out to. Yow.
But I daydream.
