From this eventful weekend, I will remember standing with James and Lori and Annie before my race, and Annie giving me some last minute race advice. She told me to win. I told her no problem.
I will remember walking toward Annie as she walked toward us at the end of her half marathon. I will remember her looking tired and holding a heat blanket and a bagel and a bottle of powerade like she didn't know what she was doing with any of it.
I will remember the Unisphere on the World's Fairgrounds in Queens, and how Anne and Lori posed with their medals from the race and their happy, relieved smiles.
I can still picture the way we all moved around the Superhero Supply Store, and Annie at the register, repeating the oath that she would only use her Time Travel for good, and not evil. I will remember walking through the secret entrance into the space where they tutor and do workshops and that looks exactly like a dream.
I will remember lucking out and getting the only table at Blue Marble ice cream, and sharing each others cones, thinking how nice it felt to sit down.
I will remember, better than any photograph, tooling around Times Square, and Kimmy saying she knew how ridiculous it all was, but that she couldn't help feeling drawn to it, and understanding exactly what she meant.
I will remember sitting in our living room with the girls and James and Andy, passing around my dearly missed laptop, as we tried to guess shows from the 80s from their theme songs. Andy was the obvious standout, guessing Alf within 8 seconds.
I will remember pedicures with Kimmy, and a cloudy walk through Brooklyn that everyone (including me) felt was too long. I will remember Chelsea market, and Pomme Frites, and the Tenement Museum, and the Donut Plant. I will always remember the waves of confusion I felt upon entering my apartment, while my brain tried desperately to make logical, safe sense of what I was seeing. I will remember hearing Annie vaguely, as if through water, calling James while I spoke to the police. I will remember us all leaning over, watching closely as a police officer dusted for fingerprints, all of us thinking how long we've wanted to see this in person. I will remember, for years and years, how glad I was that those girls were with me when I walked in. I will never forget that, because of them, I felt scared and confused, but not terrified. And I will always, always be grateful.