Monday, June 17, 2013

Five days.  No more Sundays in New York.  I guess I'm really leaving?  I'm equally ready and in total denial about what's about to happen.

Of all the things I'll miss about New York, it's not the flashy lights and landmarks and big city.  Sure, there may be a day when I miss the ability to hop a train and see a Broadway show.  I'm not going to's fantastic.  But really, it's the little things that make a real life in real New York.

It's Riverside Park and the high I get from running along the skyline.  Wandering tiny streets on a Saturday afternoon. Bridges and rivers and lobster rolls.  The triumph of finding a cab in the rain.  Date night in restaurants so small they don't have a sign outside or a phone number.  Dining outside.  Taking for granted that you can shop in any store you could ever want.  Flying in over the Manhattan skyline and thinking, "finally home."  The relief of finally getting back into Manhattan from Brooklyn.  Stone street and walks along the West Side Highway and lazy days in Central Park.  Standing on a street corner next to a celebrity and it being no big deal.  Express and local trains arriving at the exact same time.  Running downstairs to get milk and ice cream.  Turning the corner on a totally normal day to see the Statue of Liberty or Empire State Building and remembering where you live.  Seeing my home in practically every movie ever made. Brunch that lasts all day and all weekend.  Perfect weather for perfect weekends along the Hudson.  The knowledge of what real life in New York really is all about.

"We watch the season pull up its own stakes
And catch the last weekend of the last week
Before the gold and the glimmer have been replaced,
Another sun soaked season fades away
You have stolen my heart"

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