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Sundays are for me

As my friends know, I’m very protective of my Sundays. To the extent that I have come to think of them as Selfish Sundays.

Unapologetically.

I’m glad to get brunch, or to meet for coffee. But once 2p or 3p rolls around on Sundays, I’m ready to be on my own.

Ask me to dinner. Suggest seeing a movie. Any other day? Cool. On Sunday, this is me.

No

It all started with this guy. We’d usually spend Sunday afternoons apart, but get back together for dinner at the end of the day. While he was the better cook of the two of us, on Sundays, I’d whip something up while he played basketball with his friends. It became a fun little routine.

When we split, Sundays were hard. I cried a lot some Sundays. But I soon found it helped to plow through with what I had learned to enjoy.

Now Sundays are rarely anything but pure joy for me.  I don’t make apologies for staying in bed past ten a.m. I blog (hi!). I walk around and think. I read books.

Do you have a ritual or routine you guard fiercely? If so, what does it entail?

I feel lucky

Four months later, it still happens.

Sometimes it’s when I’m leaving the office for the night, and I’m surrounded by skyscrapers gleaming against an early evening sky. Or taking a cab across the Williamsburg Bridge.

But more mundane moments do it too. Like riding the subway…

Or noticing my coffee cup’s Brooklyn, NY stamp.

Or looking up at the light-up sign showing the subway’s east-west progress.

That’s when it hits me: I live here. I’m not visiting.

New York City is home again.