What if I told you that on my very first day in Manhattan, I literally ran into someone I once loved very much? Someone I haven't seen for nearly fifteen years... Would you believe it? Yeah... I couldn't really either! But I did... and it may be one of the craziest experiences of my life.
Allow me to explain.
I woke up bright and early today in an attempt to tackle a very busy day in the city. I had to meet up with my friend to grab his set of apartment keys and then get ready for my job interview. I was way way ahead of schedule though; leaving me with a few extra hours to kill beforehand.
So I walked around the block to the Chelsea Market to grab a quick snack and say hello to my friend who works there, when I was suddenly caught off guard by a man who was giving me a very perplexing look. The place was very crowded; people were everywhere. But for one split second, it was just us. He stopped dead in his tracks: frozen, wide-eyed, hands visibly trembling. It took a few moments, seconds really, to recognize each other. And I could not believe my eyes.
Could this really be happening??
And there, in the middle of one of the busiest most crowded cities in the United States, I embraced one of the first guys I ever really loved.
I was sixteen years old when I first met him. He was older (naturally)... and had that kind of edge about him that makes every good girl suddenly feel like a little rebel.
He was an artist, a poet and a musician; otherwise known as a triple threat. He brought out creativity in me that I practice to this day. He also introduced me to Indian food, which is probably one of my favorite souvenirs from our time spent together. It was so "mature."
It was a really dramatic break-up... as almost all teenage romances certainly are. And I've often wondered what had become of this person who meant so much to me all those years ago.
If he hadn't seen me, I would have just missed it completely. And now, a rather small conceived idea of killing some time, actually transpired to one of the most intense mind blowing, cataclysmic moments I have EVER experienced.
Everything that we've said to each other today is too personal to really share here; and anyway, the details wouldn't really make much sense to people who didn't know us when we were together so long ago. We were so young when we last saw each other. But he was the kind of person who really stuck in my memory: he helped shape the artist, the writer and character I am even to this day.
I can hardly find the words to describe what an amazing and life changing moment this was for me today, but the reality of this bizarre twist of fate has left me completely and utterly awe-stuck. And dare I go so far as to say, inspired.
I went about the rest of my day in an absolute haze. I was abuzz with shock and bewilderment by this serendipitous encounter.
And as I lay my head down to wander away into a quiet reflection of the day, I have made a rather startling discovery; there is magic in Manhattan. And I just got one huge, healthy serving of it.
I'm certainly 'Not in Kansas anymore.'
Today:
Apple Martini
1 1/2 oz Vodka
1 1/2 oz Sour Apple Pucker
Splash of Sour
Shaken and served up.
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