Thursday . April 11 . 2002 . 10:01pm |
so long, stinktown Today was out last day at Slumville County Hospital. We packed up our stuff. We returned the keys to our temporary housing. We said our lukewarm goodbyes. And then we drove out of there as fast as humanly possible. It's good to be home. Today was beautiful. It's only fitting that the weather be cold and grey every single day of this rotation, but become warm and radiantly sunny the day of our departure. After getting home and dropping off our luggage, Joe and I took a stroll up to 181st Street and Fort Washington to get a cup of coffee at Starbucks. (It should be noted that the neighborhood in which we live may be the only patch of Manhattan real estate where there is more than a 20-block radius between two Starbucks locations.) I stopped by a local eatery and picked up a Jamaican beef patty, those radioactive yellow pastries with fecal looking "meat" squirted between the two layers, which everyone on Earth thinks are disgusting, but I love. Then we walked down Fort Washington Avenue, sat on a park bench in the sunshine, drank our coffee and ate beef patties while watching kids running around on the grassy lawn. Behind them, the metal struts of the George Washington Bridge peeked out from behind trees and buildings, tall and proud. It's good to be home. xo Michelle |
