It's like Michael Stipe said: "leaving New York, never easy". Actually, it only requires crossing the Lincoln Tunnel, but I don't think that's what he meant. During the beginning of my bus ride back to Montreal, my New York memories were definitely the overpowering ones. But, like a tug of war of imagery, the Montreal thoughts of things to come started gaining ground as the bus got further away from NYC and closer to home. I fell asleep and when I woke up, we were in the Adirondacks. This magnificent mountain range sort of symbolizes that whole region of the Northeastern US to me. The highway cuts through forests of huge pine trees, 12 metres tall and maybe more, and because it goes right through the mountains, there are also big chunks of rock on either side of the road, and hills all around. All of this was covered by snow. Very Narnia-esque.
Monday, January 01, 2007
Leaving New York
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3 comments:
Say Adirondack...
es bueno como con tan pocas palabras me evocas esas images.. arriba del bus cuando te vas te un lugar familiar pero no de uno, y donde viviste intensamente por unos dias..
mas encima cuando la posibilidad latente de cambiar tu vida y adoptar ese lugar como casa esta frente a tus ojos hace mas profundo el alejarse mirando por una ventana, y ser conducido por otro.
beijo
Lucky girl!! Happy New Year!
saludos, desde el mundo de Mariana, ya te lo explicaré o lo intentaré, un beso y feliz año intermedio, el 18 de febrero es el de verdad.
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