Home Again
I'm back in New York. I slept in my own bed last night, my belly full with Klong's pad thai, and my man by my side. It felt so good.
It was a hellish trip back--the red T line breaking down at Harvard Square due to some "police activity" at Charles MGH. They had us wait and then they told us to go upstairs to the waiting shuttle bus that would have us on our way. No bus in sight, the 100 or so people swarmed any bust they saw. Then we were directed to the side of Harvard Yard and about 25 people got on a bus, while the rest of us stood and cooked in the heat. More swarming of random busses ensued. Drivers frantically waving their arms and declaring: THIS ISN'T A SHUTTLE! Then an official came out and called: The subway's running again! So we all ran back underground like a pack of ants, dodging a storm. Only, WE were the storm. Then back onto a very crowded train, only to wait again until they "Got the OK." At this point, my arms were about to be pulled out of their sockets from my bag and HEAVY guitar case. I was dripping with sweat. I already had missed my bus. But when you're on a train, you ride until the end, so I let it go and just let it take me to South Station, late or not.
I took the next bus and fell asleep immediately. The ride was uneventful. Then I got into the city and I felt SO HAPPY to be back. I felt like I was home, which was a relief. Tonight I have plans to meet new people, and tomorrow I am having breakfast with my friend Pete. Life picks up, where I left off. Plans will be made, but not today. I am just so glad to be home.
It was a hellish trip back--the red T line breaking down at Harvard Square due to some "police activity" at Charles MGH. They had us wait and then they told us to go upstairs to the waiting shuttle bus that would have us on our way. No bus in sight, the 100 or so people swarmed any bust they saw. Then we were directed to the side of Harvard Yard and about 25 people got on a bus, while the rest of us stood and cooked in the heat. More swarming of random busses ensued. Drivers frantically waving their arms and declaring: THIS ISN'T A SHUTTLE! Then an official came out and called: The subway's running again! So we all ran back underground like a pack of ants, dodging a storm. Only, WE were the storm. Then back onto a very crowded train, only to wait again until they "Got the OK." At this point, my arms were about to be pulled out of their sockets from my bag and HEAVY guitar case. I was dripping with sweat. I already had missed my bus. But when you're on a train, you ride until the end, so I let it go and just let it take me to South Station, late or not.
I took the next bus and fell asleep immediately. The ride was uneventful. Then I got into the city and I felt SO HAPPY to be back. I felt like I was home, which was a relief. Tonight I have plans to meet new people, and tomorrow I am having breakfast with my friend Pete. Life picks up, where I left off. Plans will be made, but not today. I am just so glad to be home.
posted by Summer Pierre at
2:59 PM
1 Comments:
Hi Summer,
Apart from loving to read about your Northampton experience (of course!) I really enjoyed going on a virtual musician's tour with you.
You and I are from very different backgrounds with different outlooks in life, but reading about your tour, the first in many years, overcoming whatever apprehensions you had, picking up where you left off ... well, that was really inspirational and has made me consider going back to presenting my "relationship" workshops when I move to Northampton. It will be scary, I did the last one in 2002 and will have to start from absolute scratch as I'll be new to the area and the people.
But hey, nothing ventured, nothing gained. And it sounds like you've gained a lot in just that one little week of your tour.
Thanks! Kerstin
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