from my Perspective

I took this picture at my last day working at 1789 Restaurant. This had been my view– for about half my life. It is where I sat on a warm September morning when Dan Hogg ran in telling me a plane crashed into the World Trade Center. From this view, I watched as a dark cloud formed above the Pentagon.

I saw this view minutes after getting engaged, after getting married, after baptizing my children. It was here I went into labor, and it was here I sat when I learned my brother died.

It is here that I met my husband, my best friends, and my mentor. It is here that I learned about food, about wine, and how to shoot the moon.

I can’t tell you how many good days I had; the math would be too complicated. Only my fingers count the bad ones. There were more laughs than tears, even for a crier like me.

Through tragedy & triumph, life & death, 36th & Prospect was a home to me for 18 years. The next week, I started my new job at the corporate office. I remember thinking four blocks never felt so far. Now, six years later, I once again start a new chapter. Once again, feeling in just a few blocks, I’ve gone so far.

The views changed. The perspectives I took with me.