Away From Home

I got very lucky this week.

You know what’s nice? It’s nice to have friends with a tres faboo apartment who will loan it to you while they’re out of town, because this allows a change of perspective and scenery that can be so refreshing, it’s better than a massage. Two massages. Three massages and a facial.

I’m just looking at different furniture. Different walls, different posters, different dishes, different windows. But it feels like a vacation, and not only because their place is much better decked-out than mine. There’s something about being in a fresh neighborhood that reminds you that the world is bigger than the route you walk every day, and that everything you know and have known will always be much smaller than everything you don’t know. Even in New York, the sheer density of which should remind anyone of the immensity of…everything, it’s hard not to wind up a little bit tunnel-visioned.

Also, Starbucks is four blocks away — score!