NYC Day 2

I dont think i've ever been so happy to sit and stare out a window.  Its been raining all day.  Tons of it.  

Woke up at noon and went to brunch at a teeny french place with Ryan and Joe (who else?) 

Guzzled coffee (typical) and had the best baked eggplant, goat cheese, tomato & egg dish.  Came back to the apartment, and I've spent most of the day indoors, working... or avoiding work (typical). 

Ate pain au chocolate.  Drank more coffee.  Saw Rob Bluemke and shared tattoos.  This burg is so lovely -- everyone is so close by and we just roll around, visiting one another. Everything I want I can so immediately have:  food, coffee, cigarettes, friends, outside, inside... 

Its still raining out.  Tons of it.  A constant hum outside -- and at times the hum turns into a roar.  I havent seen so much water falling from the sky in so long.  The boys and I had take out from the Meatball Shop (look that shit up and DROOL) and ate it at the laundromat as we waiting for our clothes to dry. 

I sit here in Brooklyn and my heart feels so achey for it, still.  I just got here but already I'm thinking about how sad an eventual departure will be.  I am trying to be present, but this wistful tug at my insides... I just FEEL so much about this place.  

I wish there was a way to bring my two worlds together.  Funny enough that they are on two sides of this country.  Can I bring together my Silverlake life with my Brooklyn adventure?  Can I put my dog and my yard and my jugs of fresh orange juice and stick them next to the industrial waterfront of Brooklyn, the bike rides, the food and faces?  What about my evenings on Jan and John's couch and a summer driving around hot, dry, Los Angeles?  Will those fit right under the rainstorms and the subway fare and the way it feels to be just one person in a manhattan street corner crowd? 

Schmidty called the ride home from JFK electric -- the buzz in your gut as the skyline rises up across the East River.  I agree. 

There are so many heres and elsewheres that we have yet to explore.  Where I am now isn't where I'll be in three months.  How can I hold on to every moment, then, if there are so many to be present for?  When I keep worrying about missing this feeling, or missing out on the next?  I want to be there for every single second.  

I also want to admit that I didnt make it to yoga this morning.  I'm venturing slowly toward skinny fat.