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An Ode To My City




I miss New York already and I'm not even gone yet.


This city is an enigma. NYC gets under your skin in a dirty, crazy, maddening way that only she can. I love this city so much. This is home.


Side note: why are cities, countries, boats, cars, trucks, and any other inanimate objects always a "she"?


Anyway, I'm sad to leave the old girl.


I came here for the first time when I was about 6 or 7 years old in the 70's on a family trip. When I stepped through that grimy turnstile and boarded that grubby subway car on the way to the see the Statue of Liberty, I was hooked. Smitten. Hopelessly in love.


I decided right then that this was where I was going to live when I grew up.


Every chance I could, I'd steal up to NYC while I was in college in Virginia. Then, in my twenties when I was young and had plenty of energy, I moved here. Speaking of being young and having energy, I will tell you that NYC is for young people. You need plenty of energy up in this camp.


After a couple of years, I reluctantly left, and then moved back 20 years later.


Umm...NYC in your forties is a completely different animal than NYC in your twenties. Those damn subway stairs nearly killed me, but I loved every minute. I made up a plethora of new cuss word combinations every time we met.


Frank wasn't kidding when he said "If you can make it here, you can make it anywhere."


It's the greatest city in this country as far as I'm concerned. There's absolutely no place like it.


The good thing is that she's not going anywhere anytime soon. I can always come back.


And I will.






























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