Important ‘Things’: Goodbye (Part 2)

If you know me, you know that I’m easily distracted from where I am, perhaps in hopes of being somewhere else or discovering something new. Some call me nomadic, others flighty, others have told me I have the Wanderlust. My Dad, at a young age, told me that I was a Child Of The Planet. I listen to stories of people who have traveled and seen the world, have gotten lost to only find the most magnificent of places and I yearn to be one of those people.

 

My last post highlighted some amazing unforgotten friendships. One that I skipped is my friend Quincy. Q and I know each other only because our Dad’s grew up together, him and I recently in the last few years have become good friends through chance and mutual love for having fun. Whenever I travel to NYC Q makes up his guest room like a perfectly cozy hotel, complete with mini shampoo and conditioner bottles and a snack. Being in Brooklyn, seeing shows, slowing down and being there makes me want to be in New York City all the time. I end up feeling more like a local than a tourist because Q knows how to do New York.

Fabulous date night with Quincy!

Fabulous date night with Quincy!

The hustle and bustle, the creativity that flies around the Village is tangible. Jazz music wafts our of bar doors, dancers walk down the street hoping to catch the next 6 train up town. Even the shops are eclectic and hold my interest for much longer than the chain stores in Soho. There are fortunetellers on every corner ready to tell you your future.

I was also was able to meet up with an old high school friend who was a director of one of my schools shows. I watched him audition people for a one act he’s directing, silently pleading him to need to cast a curly haired brunette and then beg me to stay in New York to perform. And then I’d eventually find a job, an apartment and make my life there—poof! If only life was so simple.

Q, being the caretaker he is, gave me the number for a car service to call that morning to get me to the airport from Brooklyn safely and on time. Eventually I’ve had to say goodbye. Goodbye to Manhattans in Manhattan. Goodbye to easy public transportation, fashion, cheap but amazing street food. Goodbye.

Walking below ground at Union Square with my director friend, we embraced, promised to keep in touch—my dreams of off-Broadway fame fleeting as quickly as the subway cars taking tourists to 42nd street. He going uptown to his day job (because being creative won’t make anyone money,) and me heading back to Brooklyn to soon fly back to the left coast, we let go. It was hard. Saying goodbye to my past and perhaps a future I may be destined to have one day; I said goodbye too much on this trip.

 

 

Important ‘things’ (Part One)

What do you treasure most in your life? What, when changed, throws off you’re entire mood, being, life? My brother claims that after he eats gluten he feels instantly depressed, his mood is lowered and strange and therefore stops feeling like himself. So, for the most part he tries his best to not eat it. Sometimes it’s hard to avoid those triggers.

My brother and I just got back from a trip to New York City. If you remember my post about Brenner passing away, we went for him. His family and band mates put on an amazing concert to celebrate what an amazing person he was and will be remembered for. The evening was incredible, pictures of Brenner hung on the walls, friends, family, music lovers all showed up—all I kept thinking about was how much he would have loved that night, I’m sure I wasn’t the only one thinking this—that was the point.

Me, Kim and Kallie at the event

Me, Kim and Kallie at the event

After the show, the next day I spent the day with an old friend, (Brenner’s sister Kallie) and their Mother, Kim. Kallie and I used to makes lists of why we should have been sisters, things we wanted to do by the time we were 25 (a little late!) and Kim referred to me as her “other daughter.” The day was amazing. We reminisced, made new memories and spent the day together.

Kallie and I Canal Street AWESOME new sunnies

Kallie and I Canal Street AWESOME new sunnies

From Sunday evening on my trip continued to move forward in weird ways. Little triggers, events and things happened to make my eyes wander to my mind attempt to wrap itself around the idea of heading back to a tiny mountain town. This trip seemed to be based on relationships I had built in the past. Important ones, ones that you can’t recreate how or when or why they were created. My freshman year of college was intense and Kimberlee was my savor in a friendship and with a car so we could get the hell off campus!

Monday she came into the city and we fell immediately back into our chattiness, talking about life, catching up on where she is in her college education, how I’ve backtracked into working retail and still don’t know what I’m doing with my life. We hopped our way around three of four amazing Beer Bars, drinking IPAs and sampling the summer brews. Kim was telling me about her great job at a beer back, and her knowledge of wines and brewing. Needless to say by 8pm I was ready to be taken home. Hugs and kisses, she left me for the Long Island Railroad with promises to meet up and stay in touch. One long, kinda drunk train ride and I was back in my Brooklyn home.

One beer deep with Kim!

One beer deep with Kim!

How long do you go with out seeing important people in your life? Hopefully you’re able to keep them close at hand so when you need them, or they need you, you can call them up and meet for coffee (or a glass of wine.) For me, Alecita and I hadn’t seen each other in eight years. Yep, eight years! We created a fast friendship. One of those friendships that is made in a matter of days but will last a life time. However, Switzerland and the United States are far away, so a quick coffee before work is not an option.

In 2004 both of us were scared, insecure 16 year-olds in a new country, Chile. We met and instantly bonded over the Chileans getting us too drunk, being overweight and being nervous for what the net 6 months have in store for us. After leaving for our host families in different parts of the country we kept in touch and visited a couple times but both Alecita and I went through intense changes. As we moved home, she took a husband with her. Back to Switzerland and through the years her marriage fell apart and it’s still happening, the process of her being ‘free’ from a bad situation is far from over.

So meeting in New York City after 8 years was amazing. We walked, we talked, we conversed like no time had passed, stumbling over her English sometimes only added to the fun of having an old friend back for a short time. We met up for two days, being less like tourists and more like New Yorkers in love with our city, walking and noticing the little things that may happen everyday but finding the beauty in the small details.

Alecita y Yo

Alecita y Yo

We sat in a park to say our good byes, observing people as they passed us, but not caring when people noticed our loud laughs and hidden tears of having to say goodbye. Chau mi amor. Te quiero mucho mucho mucho! And she left, headed to Soho, and me on a bench awaiting another old friend to have to say goodbye to.

Washington Square Park

Washington Square Park

 

This city makes me feel strange, makes my mind wander, makes me re-think everything.

This post is getting long so it shall continue later…