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                                        Conrad New York Hotel

                                9:30am.

      phone rang

                        Conrad hotel

                                                    Who comes up with these things anyway.

Left at                         Kula Yoga,

                                                      headstand for a while.

                                                                                                                   What a disaster.

                                                                                                       eggs caked

She leaves

                for Atlanta

    knew he would. bottle                        of Pinot grigio,                                 walked home ‘cross the canal.

                 woke                     Upper East Side, I

                                                                        put laundry

          can’t quite shake that weird dysfunctional romantic feeling              that used to be

      between us

                                          Oasis Lounge, JFK Airport

                                                                                                              Bronx

to meet                                  

                                    ‘s building. Along the way,                                                  having to

                                         face their son                           empty apartment

                                                 , frozen                             like

                long weekend in Colorado.

                                                          His books number in the thousands.

sobbing.                           let her cry.

                                                    no sign

            Bus ride home

                                         Penn Station.

                                                                                                Couldn’t get out of there faster.

                                                             17th and Park Avenue South.       We                      chatted for two hours!

                                         handed me,

                                                                                      of the city.

           Turkish restaurant                       with dad.

big bottle                                           or a little one. It was pretty funny.

                                   View from Millennium UN Plaza Hotel

Mom and Matt left early,                            I stayed, 

                   felt like I should have been working,                      writing,                                   but it doesn’t get much better than this. 

    5pm showing   Moonrise Kingdom.

                                                         1230 bed.

                                  Colored pencils at Hyatt 48 Lex

Slept in, wrote                 Exercised.                  new      editor           48 Lex.

                                                                                                      We stood                    outside

                                                                               my future

doesn’t weigh so heavy on me like it used to.

                            Light switch panel at Conrad New York

Woke up at 7 

                                               to pack.             Showered,

                                                                                          Then

          to the funeral

                                          u  pp    e  r we  s t s   i   de  .

       Remember a few things:

Grandma                                       

                             after they lowered the coffin into                         the grave 

“when your daddy died, we all said ‘he’s still here.’

                                                                              Mitch is here.”

                                            threw earth into the grave, cryin.

Grandpa wobbling as he made his way back to the town car.

                     a meeting

I arrived     at the restaurant

                                                           still hungover

   I had                                   a feeling

             she would be experienced

                                                                 Sure enough, I was right. 

travel writers

    different beats,

                       “specialized” knowledge. 

Fair enough. 

                                asked me

dead-on,

         ‘is this something you want to do for the rest of you life?’

This happened

                  she                                            (for the second time)

                          a travel writer has to hustle.

       keep

                                               the lines of communication open.

      trusting

   my gut—

                                                    coming from similar

                     to figure out

where this all might lead.

  take decisive action in my life. But that’s an illusion anyway.

                     the real question

                                      Rooftop bar at The Wythe Hotel

                on a bench in Cooper Square,

                                                                I forget what triggered it.

nor do I know

                                                                    to feel real,

      I cry                                               I always feel better after. 

   let it take over. 

it’s

                                                                         my consistent inability

        crying

                   an exercise. Emotions, just like money.

Showed up at Times Square office at 10:37am, after making a quick detour to Juice Generation on 9th Avenue, where I still have money on a gift card and like to stop in whenever I’m in the area to get a fresh juice.

Most of them all left by like 2 or 3 so I had 3 hours up there all by myself just tweeting and researching Dubai. Stepped out at 5 for a chocolate milkshake from Shake Shack, it was delicious but absolutely too much. I left and walked to Time Out to pick up keys. Made dinner of rice, carrots, apples and edamame.