Arrival Pt. II

A Visitor from Home

The Desk of My Mother in 1985

I don’t know what I was expecting to find in New York, save that I had arrived at the city which I had decided would be my home during a visit three-and-a-half years earlier.  Then I had fallen in love with a city made up of the ancient and here-to-come.  There was a connectedness about it that made it exciting – almost a cliché known to new arrivals.  The mid-eighties New York City was indeed invigorating but also exhausting, coated in layers of soot and rough edges.