When I search my mind for something that excites me in much the same way I was excited as a child, my thoughts always turn to New York City. I lived there for a time in my twenties and had always planned to return, but since then, it's only been for weekends, overnighters or day trips. I live in New Jersey now, and I lived on the fence for a very long time contemplating the pull between here and there.
New York City has always been my happy place. From the time I was a teenager visiting with my high school drama group, to the time I spent residing there, to the trips I make now, it's been an integral part of my life and every time I walk those streets it's like breathing new life. I feel energized with that same sense of autonomy and inspiration that I felt so many years ago. The pace of the city, the new and unexpected waiting at each corner, the sights, the smells, the people. The music that fills the air.
My husband likes to joke that nothing gets me out of bed in the morning quicker than knowing I'm heading off to the city for the day. I guess he's right. The thought of experiencing its energy fills me with an eager anticipation equal to bounding down the stairs on Christmas morning.
Next weekend I'm heading into the city again. I have a noon appointment and I know I'll be up bright and early to catch that bus. I've made my peace with the fact that I'm a bridge and tunnel person and that at this point in my life, I will digest the city in small bites instead of staying for the entire meal. And that's okay with me. For now, it's dessert.
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