I miss seeing the mountain. I still wake with the birds, and the mourning doves here in Brooklyn sound just like the ones in Nevis. Yesterday I took the subway to Penn Station to catch my 8am train, which got me to Boston in about four hours. I delivered my paper, caught up with some friends, and then got back on the train and reached Brooklyn five hours later. Was actually too tired to sleep but crashed around 1am knowing I had a lot to do today. Now I’m ready to crash again and only made it through half of my To Do list—wrapped and shipped about 20 books and will send the rest tomorrow. Need to work on my talk for tonight and I’m tempted to read this journal that arrived today, but right now I need a nap! Yesterday’s panel at the ChLA conference was amazing—definitely want to blog about that but for now I need some shuteye. It’s strange being in the city again after driving all around the island and seeing birds at my breakfast table and goats roaming the streets. The sea, the hills. The past still present in so many ways…
