We all have a destiny, and I am moderately certain mine is growing old writing on the Upper West Side of Manhattan, sitting in Riverside Park, and going to Zabar’s.
Tonight I’m heading back to spend the weekend in NYC with my dear friend Nicoline. We haven’t seen each other since a Camille Styles book signing at West Elm back in 2014. Nevertheless, it’s been a long time.
That fateful October was the last time the SF Giants won the World Series, which was how we met. Over conversation, baseball, and mutual ex boyfriend, we had the same Hunter Boots on as we watched the game at a Finnerty’s on 2nd Street.
The one year of Joe’s passing is approaching on July 1st, and Nicoline and I have become closer than ever since. I am sure he would find it hilarious that we are friends. Although we dated the same guy at one point in time, we were able to see past it and be there for one another. That is what life is all about- and I am grateful.
Although it won’t be our Giants, we are heading to Yankee Stadium to celebrate our reunion over baseball and brunch. I can’t wait.
A weekend getaway is just what I need- to reflect on where I’ve been, where I’m at, and how far I have come.