Yesterday was the last day that Donna and I saw each other in New York, as she and her family are getting ready to fly out to Las Vegas before heading back Down Under to Sydney next week. it was a simple spend-the-day-together kind of day, and while I would’ve loved to spend more time with Donna, she was feeling under the weather, so I brought her all the way to NJ via the Path train and doubled back by late afternoon.
Donna is one of my dearest friends from high school. Although we met in high school, we only became close halfway through, sometime in my junior year. We also ended up in different universities, but this didn’t prevent us from visiting each other in our respective campuses. Our lives had its ups and downs just as our friendship did — and her departure for Australia and then my subsequent move to New York even brought us farther, but there is something about real friendship that keeps it alive through time and space.
We spent the day Midtown and at the end of the day, I brought her all the way to New Jersey via the PATH train, and then I doubled back after I had safely deposited her to Tita Doy who graciously fetched her at the train station. It was a lonely ride back. I’ve had several of those rides after I brought Mom or Ofie to the airport during their prior visits to New York. I’m trying not to dwell on it, but there’s no denying it.
I ended up downtown where I chose to be adventurous and look for the express bus stop which I found on Park Place. I used to know the twists and turns of this part of Manhattan, back when I worked for a non-profit on Wall Street in 2001. The landscape has changed and continues to change. It is the same that it is not.
I looked up and saw this stark contrast of the new and the old, side by side. One day soon it there will be a building in front of these two concrete giants. There is a construction site from my vantage point which is still in its early stages. Perhaps next year, when I go back (IF I find myself there again, that is,), I will see the new building rising.
I was exhausted by the time I got home. I know it wasn’t just the physical exhaustion exacerbated by the summer heat. My heart has a way of taking my body over when there is a dark cloud hanging over me. I’ll get over it.
Donna will always just be heart beat away.