nyc.

i miss new york. i miss the familiar clank of the subway turnstiles. i miss the ease of navigating the harsh grid of midtown. i miss the mixture of the lower east side. i miss the orange glow of streetlights. i miss the layers of human interaction with the landscape. i miss the inclusive yet anonymous nature of the city. i miss the bridges. i miss the hot, stale air of the subway vents. i miss elevators. i miss the maze that is greenwich village. i miss the noise. i miss the diversity. i miss the odd combination of serenity and fabrication found in central park. i miss the busyness. i miss the prospect of living in a city for months and never walking the same street twice. i miss the kids. i miss eclectic, only in new york moments. i miss interruptions. i miss the burning desire for community a city of over 8 million produces. i miss cupcakes. i miss the upfront nature of people. i miss the fact that even on the twelfth floor with all the windows shut, the sound of the garbage truck at two in the morning is as clear as if i were standing two feet away from it. i miss my church. i miss wandering and always finding something new. i miss the idiosyncrasies that only other new yorkers would understand. i miss the undulating skyline of queens. i miss the liveliness in the streets of harlem. i miss the ability to never have to drive. i miss the people. i miss the puerto rican bakeries of the bronx. i miss the beat of brooklyn. i miss the accents. i miss apartment life. i miss the vibrant art scene. i miss being happy, content, and thoroughly frustrated all in the same breath. i miss new york.