Going to California
It has been hot here. Very very hot. And I’ve spent the past week and a half tour-guiding visiting friends and family around the city. I’ve loved having them here and showing them my favorite things, but I do not need to spend one more second on hot New York pavement, taking cold showers twice a day, and getting a summer cold from the air conditioner.
Tomorrow morning at 6 am, I am getting on a plane bound for Megan’s family’s house at Lake Tahoe, where I will spend the following week swimming, boating, eating, drinking, reading, playing board games, playing cards, and playing 20 Questions with Sarah N. My goal for the week is to revert to age six and never take my bathing suit off at all, just put clothes over it if necessary, even if it’s still damp. I will not check my email, and I may not even turn on my phone. Then I will spend a few days in San Francisco, eating babies and trying to find this lime-ginger juice I bought at a farmers’ market the last time I was there. I am having the Harry Potter book shipped to Bryan Mason’s office so I can read it on my plane ride home. I have purchased a sun hat and prescription sunglasses and three vacation books. I have packed both a cover-up and a scarf. I am ready.
New York, I love you, but I will not miss you, not even a little bit.