Howdy! It’s the calm before the storm… or perhaps it’s the calm after the storm if that’s a thing because I felt like a tornado whipping through my apartment packing, cleaning, and throwing crap into my car in preparation for my trip tomorrow.
But today, I’m at work, pretending to be productive before I run out of the office like I’m on fire.
Truthfully, I’ll be in the break room stuffing my face because I made a Frito Pie Bar (using the recipes from “Cravings“) which includes John Legend’s chili, and all the fixins’: scallions, pickled jalapenos, cheese, sour cream, and guacamole.
The sad news is that I made all of this because my favorite coworker is leaving and today is our last day working together. So, let’s stuff ourselves until we forget, right??
Over the weekend, I was able to squeeze in some reading time and I finished the latest read from Blanche’s Book Club: “Places I Stopped on the Way Home” by Meg Fee.
Sometimes I think of how I will describe New York to my children. I will tell them that the city was in so many ways, and for such a long time, the best and worst thing about my life. That it was a sort of perpetual question in pursuit of an answer. And that in attempting to answer it, I turned and faced myself.
In Places I Stopped on the Way Home, Meg Fee plots a decade of her life in New York City- from falling in love at the Lincoln Center to escaping the roommate (and bedbugs) from hell on Thompson Street, chasing false promises on 66th Street and the wrong men everywhere to finding true friendships over glasses of wine in Harlem and Greenwich Village.
Weaving together her joys and sorrows, expectations and uncertainties, aspirations and realities, the result is an exhilarating collection of essays about love and friendship, failure and suffering, and above all hope. Join Meg on her heart-wrenching journey, as she cuts the difficult path to finding herself and finding home.
Let me just admit something: I don’t like books that are a “collection of essays” – even though I published one myself (yes, I’m rolling my eyes AT MYSELF).
I do this thing when I get excited about a book and I really only read the first sentence of the book’s description. And that’s what happened here, because after I bought it and was sort of flipping through it, I realized it was a collection of essays.
So, it isn’t what I expected in that regard. I will also admit that I took the title literally and thought it was going to be a book about errands on the way home and how they reflected her life. Anyone? No?
Sooooo, this book was much different, but I still enjoyed it! It was more about many different men she dated in her twenties while living in New York City. Parts of it were eerily relatable, so much that it was almost painful.
But I appreciate that she was able to GO there, even if it wasn’t the most flattering view of her. I’m recommending this book to anyone who loves a “collection of essays” and who’s looking to forgive themselves for the life they led fresh out of college.