it’s really weird to see photos of yourself or others in bars and restaurants. even watching shows and movies, any scene that takes place in a public area, it’s a bit jarring to see people so close to one another... without masks, without gloves, without an unhealthy amount of apocalyptic anxiety (well, maybe some people).Â
on a randomly (and concerning) warm day in january 2020, my husband and i decided to go over to the LIC waterfront (about a 10 minute drive from our apartment). the presence of any warm weather always has me wanting to be by the water. and while the east river is no cooper’s beach, it’s the best we can get given the circumstances.Â
it was busy, but not crowded. we walked up and down the boardwalk, taking our time. i’m a naturally fast walker. i like to say i always walk with “purpose”, but it’s just a polite way of saying i walk like a merciless shopper on black friday. but on warm days with nowhere to be, i try and consciously slow down, take my time, take it all in.
we eventually sat down on a bench atop a hill overlooking the southern portion of manhattan and the shimmering river... our conversation flowed as easily as the water. the sun began its descent, trying to meet us at eye level. a breeze swept in, motioning for us to find somewhere indoor to eat. we didn’t contest.
craving something hot and comforting, a small vietnamese restaurant serving pho was agreed upon, the thought of experiencing a new restaurant was already filling my stomach with warmth.Â
we made our way down vernon, taking in the sprinkles of color thanks to bouquets in front of markets, and making note of other unfamiliar restaurants to try in the future. simply, i love visiting other neighborhoods.Â
the restaurant was quaint, complete with photogenic food that was equally as tasteful. we remarked how we would go back soon.Â
but now there is no more “soon”.
just “as soon as possible’.Â
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