I miss New York.

I miss the hustle and bustle of the city, the life that is the polar opposite of where I’m living now. I miss crowds of random people, walking anonymously amongst anonymous faces in a miscellaneous crowd of brand new.  I miss navigating the streets of Manhattan, walking as tall as the buildings surrounding me.  I miss the ease of travel, where everything is a walk or subway ride away.  I miss the efficiency of the trains, with their every 5-10 minute trains to get Up- or Down- town. I miss the heat, the sweaty humidity that makes the shower at the end of the day a most glorious experience.  I miss the accessibility of New York, with its 24-hour convenience stores everywhere, 24-hour French bistros and 24-hour street entertainment.  I miss the sights, smells and feeling of New York City. I miss the exhilaration in finding something new to muse every single time I left my building.  I miss the food, with its unique and eclectic options vying for the title of New York’s best or most innovative eats. I miss the thrill of being surrounded by the unfamiliar, and the idea that where I am at will never get old.  I miss seeing the buildings I’ve long admired from big screen of the theatre or the dim haze of family room television. I miss the breeze when running along the East River, where for an hour, I could escape the sweltering heat of subways and crowds.  I miss being able to return to that heat after being away.  I miss not missing New York.

I miss you, New York. Will I come back to you soon?