Revisited

Where are you going? the woman asked me as we waited for the AirTrain. Oh, nowhere, I replied. I'm here to pick up my mother.

Two years since last she was here, and isn't it strange to think? A life based in that Greenpoint apartment with the breathtaking view. An adventure in the city, barely out of its cradle. There was no telling where it would lead; I suspected my money would run out by fall. We navigate the West Village maze now, and it's difficult to remember a time when everything was new, every map uncharted.

It's good to be reminded sometimes: we live, we learn, we evolve. These days pass so quickly, but not a single one was lived in vain.