I woke with a lot of anticipation, mixed feelings and anxiety. I was worried about JFK Immigration, whether the 'job' I had was going to pay, where I was going to keep getting my money from in the meantime, how the Lady and I were going to get on, and about leaving my family and friends.
The day in London was grey, the trains were 'up-the-spout' and I really felt it when I said goodbye to my folks.
But there's something about New York that I have never felt anywhere else. I get in to JFK and breeze Immigration (OK, they went through my bag and I couldn't fit my Parker coat back in the bag after - and the Custom's lady ignored me when I asked if she could sit on my bag...). I decide to Air-Train & A Subway Line it: I can see the city, I can smell the city. With every stop the A Train takes me the more my heart races, the more adrenalin runs through me.
I get off at 14th Street and I'm arching my neck up at now-familiar buildings. The yellow cabs drive past me and I feel part of the city.... even contributing to the city.
And of course: I see the lady. She opens her front door and she brings so much colour to my monotone blues.
I have lovely 'London' style gastropub dinner with her at The Spotted Pig.
I go to bed happy and warm.
Posted by Guy Brighton on March 8, 2004 at 05:23 PM
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