I am sitting in a temporary rental apartment in Chicago with Robin and Steve and friends from New Jersey. Because of having the friends here I have this sense of displacement: I can’t quite believe I’m in Chicago, but I know I’m not in New York. I wonder if this is the beginning of senility.
We had a wonderful Thanksgiving with Eli, Charna and three of his friends. The loft was much enhanced from its previous state that I saw last summer. The kids made most of the food with additions made by Robin and Ilana. We are all vegetarians (much more serious than me) so no turkey. I don’t miss it at all. The veggie dishes are much more interesting.
We flew in from Pittsburgh on Wednesday. I went to visit Betty; Robin and Steve went to the apartment and met up with their friends. Unfortunately, Steve had an accident and fractured a bone in his leg. So he’s on crutches and will be for the next three or four weeks. He’s having a lot of trouble sitting still.
Steve with bionic crutches
Good thing he brought work with him.
100 Books Before I Die 
Happy Hanukkah. 🙂
That’s an absolutely delightful apartment. All that art and those banners certainly wake the space up. So glad you had a grand time even tho you feel displaced. Hugs….I’ve been missing you.
Hubby calls that feeling of displacement you describe as “disconbobulated.” But I know what you mean. I feel that way when I return from traveling anywhere.