Feels Like Home

Have you ever had a nagging feeling that something is missing in your life?

I've had an indescribable void in the pit of my stomach for a while now. A yearning for something characteristically "New York", so to speak. I was finally able to put my finger on it today while walking through Tralfalgar Square (because that's what people in London do). I miss the crazies!

Fortunately my pleas were heard, as London delivered a whole slate of NYC worthy weirdos on this lazy Sunday. First, I came across the man pictured above, who danced in circles to some sort of Gaelic-like (?) music blaring from his boombox while carrying a sign with an Israel/rapture/God's chosen people message. (Don't worry. I couldn't figure out the connection between his message and his miniskirt, either). Dude must have been cold.

Shortly thereafter, I had to endure a painful rendition of "Tears in Heaven" from a shady guy on the subway, er, tube. Evidently, crazies come in threes too, because on my walk home I passed a homeless woman pushing what appeared to be a shopping cart full of empty plastic grocery bags. She was wearing a large plastic bag to stay dry, and also had bags around her shoes. When I passed her, she barked incoherent insults (well, mostly. I did catch some cursing in there) at me. For those of you who have spent some time in Brooklyn Heights, she actually reminded me a lot of that hefty homeless woman that resides along Henry Street and tends to favor high-heeled boots and midriff baring tank tops.

This place is really starting to feel like home.