My 25th year high school reunion!

Then there was my 25th year Mamaroneck High School reunion. Ah, the joy of seeing the likes of the Nancys of my childhood and admitting to Lauren I had a big crush on her.  It was fun to see everyone doing well and how my year, 1965 is that no one seems to have a real, normal job. I don't feel alone anymore. Everyone has had an interesting life, lived abroad and no one got caught up in the 9 to 5 rat race.   That was funny to see. 
Another great surprise is how good the girls from my year look.  There is something about them. 

All in all, NY is a ruthless teacher and won't let go until you learn whatever it is you need to learn.  The City will reflect back what you need to learn and achieve and it will spare no energy.   I did do, however everything I needed to, work in the Village on the laptop and caught up with my posts… well, I tried, walked around Norita, SOHO, my favorite part of town, the East Village and ate at Yakitori Taisho.  I went to the Park and took pictures and even met an old friend and his new dog.   I went to the Roosevelt center and the Apple store on Park avenue. I went to the Tibet House US and ate at a Tibetan restaurants with my dear good friends.  How I miss them! 

Mostly, I did what I feel I had to do deep down inside.   I got two of my good friends to meet and hopefully, hit it off.  I connected back with my old High School best friend and we picked up where we left off, plus with a stack of invaluable life lessons.  We followed, more or less the same path and enjoy rich spiritual and philosophical talks.  I went out late with friends,coming home at 5 am, had a blast which reminded me what it was like living and partying in NY.   I went to my High School's 25th year reunion and caught up with some unfinished feelings, and let them go.  I did what I was supposed to do and that feeling is very fulfilling.
 
What was also strange about my trip in New York was the recurring symbols I saw everywhere of my favorite sign, the circle within a triangle.  And to make the trip an even more important event, answering that all illusive question, do I want to live in NY again? My train back to the airport was headed for Long Beach, NY. It showed in big red letters, LONG BEACH! There you go. Sometimes things just need to happen a certain way…