I've been re-reading 'The Time Machine' and today feels very much like I've taken a trip back in time.
Today I scanned the negatives of the photos I took of my NYC apartment at 161 W. 78th Street back when I went to Parsons in the last century. It was so cool to recognize and revisit everything in that room. It was just like being a time traveler - I wondered at the objects I'd forgotten and remembered.
Some of the circled treasures are: my radio and toaster (that I'd hauled from Utah to Seattle and now to NYC). My cup hanging from a wire (to keep the roaches off), the mini-stove (sitting on top of the mini fridge), my tea kettle and my illustration in progress.
Everything but the bed was scrounged off the streets. You'd never guess how attached one can become to an old second hand toaster and radio.
But it was when I looked out the window at the view that I signed the lease without a doubt. The Museum of Natural History is just down the block. It was such an adventure to just look out the window in the mornings watching people going to work.