Comfort- able in NYC

I spent the last weekend in New York. It is amazing, how this big city sucks you in and makes me feel small, yet completely at home.   I stayed with friends in Chelsea, my friends from DC…essentially family. I didn’t have to ask, or feel bad, or even think I was overstaying my welcome.  They actually wanted me there (or so they made me feel).  I started to feel comfort again…like I had my family back. 

There is a back story of course.  I spent a few years in DC, never feeling like I left home.  I had a group of friends that expanded with every night out.  We would celebrate birthdays, like it was our own, and we would make fun of one another and love one another at the same time.  Every weekend was a celebration of sorts, and we would love one another with all of our flaws, (with full acceptance).  My friends from DC in a large part had moved to New York.  So, no matter how lost makes most feel, I go to New York feeling absolute belonging and comfort.

I took the train into the city from Jersey, and was absolutely exhausted.  Yet, the moment I got there the smells of the train, the anticipation) to soak in the city, like I had showered in it a million times overwhelmed me.  New York rained on me without shedding a tear.

I went to dinner with a group of friends and absolutely splurged on a few pieces of sushi (New York prices).  Yet, moments spent with my friends became a part of my old memories.  I miss the purity of friendship.  The ones who know and accept your faults, and you can essentially showcase your demons, and they still absolutely accept you.  Isn’t that what we all deem as family?   Yet, I found family in friendship.

Thanks for talking to me at night.  For snuggling me.  For making fun of my packing skills.  For making fun of my type”A” personality. (AHEM)….  And thank you for introducing me to my new snuggle buddy.  We haven’t talked continuously (but when I’m with you, I feel like I can’t stop talking).  As I’ve blogged before…when you find the right hearts (friends are like family).  I forget so often, but then I’m reminded.  Thanks for making me a believer my loves.