I Miss New York

I miss the hustle and bustle of the work day, but more than that I miss the wee hours of dawn when the streets are miraculously empty and the only people on the subway are construction workers. I miss seeing dogs on every sidewalk, especially when they're so exhausted they've just given up and lied down on the concrete forcing their owners to carry them home. I miss tall buildings full of offices and shops and restaurants and apartments, then when you think the whole world has become nothing but oppressive towering buildings and yellow cabs...Central Park in her multi-faceted beauty. 

I miss swiping my metro card and knowing it can take me anywhere. I miss all the cultures represented by the way people dress, the languages they speak, or accents they're all too aware they have. I miss new connections and missed connections and knowing that another beautiful, amazing person (or a handsome finance boy) will be along in the blink of an eye. I long for my roommates, the bonds we formed, and the great times we had together. I'll admit, I even miss going on Tinder dates. It's such an exciting adventure to meet new people.

I miss being a block away from a 24-hour Duane Reade, but I really miss being only a mile away from my brother. 

I miss getting caught up in the latest trend. And being too cool to get caught up in the latest trend. I miss coffee shop hopping with my roommate, and buskers in the subway stations, and Union Square Park, and drunk brunch on weekends, and I miss New York. 

I knew I'd miss it, but that doesn't make it any easier. In fact it just makes me more eager to return. And I will return.

KB

PS: If you've been to New York, what do you miss most?