Amanda and I are off to NYC for our 3rd anniversary. I haven't been back to New York since I was in a summer film workshop there in the summer of 2000. At the time I hated NY, Manhattan imparticularly. Why, you ask, do I want to go back if I hated it so much? Well, I don't hate New York. I hated about the first two weeks I was there and felt contained on this prisonous island of brick and cement. I longed for nature. I didn't have many friends at first, and I missed my friends at home. After awhile it got better, especially when I went to upstate NY to see a friend in the musical Gypsy that she was doing in summer-stock.
As far as a vacation destination, I love NY. Amanda and I have history with NY even though we've never been there together. That summer I would sit in my dorm room, reading, doing push ups, listening to music, writing and anything else I could do to keep my mind occupied in my drab, posterless, TVless cell. I called a lot of friends back home. One time I called my friend Christine, but she wasn't home so I talked to her mom, who I had met more than a few times. She encouraged me to get in touch with her other daughters who were counselors at a camp Shiloh, a few hours away. So I did, as I am not shy about anything. They were not there, or they were busy, but I understood because I had been a camp counselor before. You don't have a lot of free time during the week. I figured at most that if they ever came to the city that we could hang out. But, I didn't get a call back.
Later Amanda said she thought it was wierd that I was calling since I was Christine's friend. Plus she wanted to focus on the kids she was there to serve, and didn't want to worry about meeting up with some guy. She wasn't ready to fall madly in love yet, I suppose. Skip ahead six months and no more waiting. Now she really thinks that I weird, but she loves me anyway. Thank goodness. I love her, too. Three years worth of love. That's a lot of love, but I know there's much more to come.