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You guys are getting me all melancholy. Homesick for New York.
Can you be homesick for a place you’ve never lived?
Well,it might help if you know a few things. Both my parents were “Yankees”, from New England. I grew up in Miami, FLA. A suburb of New York, you understand.
New York is a different country. Maybe it ought to have a separate government. Everybody thinks differently, acts differently –they just don’t know what the hell the rest of the United States is. ~Henry Ford
And then … as a teen, we went. Many times. Countless times. I had this pen pal, you see, who I remain friends with to this day, a native of Queens, NYC. And some others.
It was mostly thanks to my Mom … she worked for Eastern Airlines, so we could fly almost free. So we did. Frequently. Sometimes, we would get up early on a Saturday, just me and her after my older sisters were grown & gone, and catch an early flight. Get to LGA and then to Central Station. We’d go hit the TwoFers Booth to get same day Matinee tickets for whatever, then go have lunch. Then the show. Maybe a little window shopping, then back to the airport and home that same night.
You come to New York to find the ambiance that will evoke your best. You do not necessarily know precisely what that might be, but you come to New York to discover it. ~Dr. James Hillman
All through college, New York was mecca for most of my arty friends. I had some adventures there with a few of them too. (Not tellin’).
I miss it.
Cut off as I am, it is inevitable that I should sometimes feel like a shadow walking in a shadowy world. When this happens I ask to be taken to New York City. Always I return home weary but I have the comforting certainty that mankind is real and I myself am not a dream. ~ Helen Keller
So. My husband is going for four-five days in August. For a Convention. Without me. Boo hoo. Sure would love to meet and hang out with some of you New Yorkers Ive met here. What a blast that would be. {sigh}.
I miss the animal buoyancy in New York, and the animal vitality. I do not mind that it had no meaning and no depth. ~Anais Nin
Please post any great NYC vids you think of here!! Happy Sunday.
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don’t mean to rain on your party, but writing from new york this moment and i have to say it is getting old. if i didn’t have another semester or so to go of school i’d be looking to move me and the four-legged one elsewhere. i guess this sentiment is sparked to an extent by coming inside to the layer of dust/soot on my keyboard just from a window left open for the afternoon. the dirt and noise wear on me. it is too bad you won’t be able to join your husband – a few hot and sticky new york days might change your mind. 😉
I will gladly buy you a beer!
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interesting evening. Met up with some friends who are soon moving (back home) to California, Palo Alto. So look out, left coasters, we’re coming there to visit next! sheesh, I wish.
Lived there for 20 years (1983-2003). I miss the subways…the people…the theater…the museums…well, everything, really. Even the soot! (There is a reason why “black” is the “new black” in NY clothing, at least if you can’t afford to dry-clean everything, lol.)
And stuff like this:
than watching the sun set on a clear day, from the vantage point of the Empire State Building, as the city changes into its “evening wear”? The lights from the bridges spanning the Hudson and East Rivers, in addition to the skyscrapers of Manhattan, along with the sounds of the city, combines for an experience even the most jaded observer will never forget.
For me, the vibrancy and incredible energy of the city was unparalleled.
For those residing closer to the Left Coast, here is the next best alternative:
Another experience not to be missed is the view (in my case, a crystal clear night in January, 2007) from the Getty in Los Angeles — an incredible panoramic, multi-colored expanse of lights extending to the Palos Verdes Peninsula to the south and the Santa Ana Mountains on the west. And then there is the slowly fading kaleidoscope of colors from the sun setting over the Pacific in the west. A nearby observer commented that the nighttime view resembled, “a treasure chest of jewels that had been spilled” across the Los Angeles Basin.
Note: A clear night in L. A. is much more likely during the winter months.
just about every other city for me. With all its arts and diversity and weirdness, you just can’t duplicate it. Seems whatever you may find in your travels, you can just about find it or something like it in NYC (cultural uniquenesses excluded, of course).
Love me some New Yawk (even if my car did get broken into up there).