{"id":209,"date":"2006-09-05T23:31:39","date_gmt":"2006-09-05T23:31:39","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/?p=209"},"modified":"2012-07-31T17:29:46","modified_gmt":"2012-07-31T17:29:46","slug":"old-york","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/2006\/09\/05\/old-york\/","title":{"rendered":"old york"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>This morning I went back to the village for a little photo rejuvenation facial.  Walked by the apartment and felt sad.  Someone had pulled the curtains and opened the windows to my used-to-be bedroom.<\/p>\n<p>I should really be unpacking and rearranging &#8211; so when I come home I&#8217;ll have something a little more orderly than <em>mess<\/em> to come home to.  But I&#8217;m not.  And I wont.  I know me.  And I know <em>me<\/em> will stay in boxes and suitcases for the next several months.  <\/p>\n<p>He says he&#8217;s moving to <a href=\"http:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/2005\/11\/10\/300-year-old-cakes\"target=_blank>Bath<\/a> on our return.  <a href=\"http:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/2005\/11\/10\/300-year-old-cakes\"target=_blank>Bath<\/a> is gorgeous and perfect and just what I use to want; but yesterday I walked through <em>The Shambles<\/em> of that not-at-all-new York&#8230;..and fell a little bit in love. <\/p>\n<p>The streets look too Hollywood, too storybook to be real.  But they are &#8211; and always have been.  <\/p>\n<p>I love standing in the middle of it all.  Feeling and knowing that for a thousand years people have lived to become things here.  <\/p>\n<p>He says I&#8217;ll hate the tourists.  I say, <em>I&#8217;ll cope<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-content\/YorkShambles2.jpg\" rel=\"lightbox\" title=\"The Shambles\"><center><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-content\/thumb-YorkShambles2.jpg\" alt=\"The Shambles\" \/ border=0\/><\/center><\/a><\/p>\n<!-- AddThis Advanced Settings generic via filter on the_content --><!-- AddThis Share Buttons generic via filter on the_content -->","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This morning I went back to the village for a little photo rejuvenation facial. Walked by the apartment and felt sad. Someone had pulled the curtains and opened the windows to my used-to-be bedroom. I should really be unpacking and rearranging &#8211; so when I come home I&#8217;ll have something a little more orderly than<!-- AddThis Advanced Settings generic via filter on get_the_excerpt --><!-- AddThis Share Buttons generic via filter on get_the_excerpt --><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-209","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-hum-drum"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/209","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=209"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/209\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5199,"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/209\/revisions\/5199"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=209"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=209"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=209"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}