Too introspective for a Monday.

I seem to be at a locational crossroads again, at least in my mind.
I find myself missing New York, but I realize my small moments throughout the day where I am most content is where absolutely nothing is going on. The Kid is sleeping, the sandalwood is burning, the window is open, the cats are stretching, the dishes are clean, lunch is made, tomorrow's clothes have been set aside, and I can sit back and enjoy it all.

I miss the wide expanse of the Egyptian Art section of the Metropolitan Museum of Art. I miss live music, and falafel, and good cocktails. I miss racing cab drivers down Second Avenue and edging them out of the first spot behind the traffic light, foot hovering lightly over the brake and ready to tear off at a green light.

Yet, with all the small tasks of the day complete, I am content where I am. I like the new sheets I bought myself. I like the glow of the TV on the living room walls. I love the Kid's Halloween costume. I like the neighborhood. (People smile here, and say "good morning".)

I like Sunday dinners with mom and dad, which is either a tough marketing campaign, or dad's way of getting me to get my time in with them while I can. And that's painful. Right now, it's easy to feel comfortable, like nothing will happen to them for a long time, but I'm sure at some point, I'll be looking back and feeling like it flew by in an instant. I feel like I've been waiting for the other shoe to drop for years.

Pam was right. This is lonely. It's peaceful, and it's lonely. Mostly peaceful.