I arrived in New York almost three weeks ago, to finish my most recent movie, and will fly home tomorrow. It has been a whirlwind, dream of a trip. There have been several moments of such totally present joy, I laughed out loud for no reason, marveling at my life and current reality,  weeks of deficient sleep, and multiple new and, at times, bizarre experiences. How to unravel it? 

   
  Room 617 at the Lowes Regency Hotel on the Upper East Side-the type I never normally stay in when traveling. Benjamin Netanyahu was there while we were, among other politicos, actors, and seemingly important people. Airport style security, to enter the hotel, quickly followed- one of the bizarre experiences. But, having the NY Times delivered to my doorstep each morning, the bed turned down each night, “stealing” apples from the gym, and living on Park Ave? Awesome. 

  
Bizarre Experience Number Two- loading a wardrobe trailer in the rain, on 42nd Street and 7th Avenue;  UN motorcades passing, homeless men threatening me and my rack of clothes, tourists watching, parking cops yelling. All quite entertaining, in the end. 

   
 Shooting in the Hamptons, at The Walforf, in The Four Seasons, watching the Blood/Harvest full moon eclipse in Central Park, making it to two hip hop dance classes on school nights, boom box picnics, multiple museums, the 102nd floor of the Empire State Building, viewing the city from the water, bouncing on boobies at the Sex Museum, walking over the Brooklyn bridge at night, just for kicks, taking the subway 17 stops because the restaurant was supposed to be that good (it was), visiting old friends, and eating macaroons, it just doesn’t get much better. That doesn’t quite sum it up, but will have to do. 

 
Home again, home again, tomorrow. I hope to maintain the dance, the fun, and the adventure while allowing being instead of doing, cooking, and sleep to help balance it out.