|When I travel, missing New York is almost inevitable.|
What I miss when I leave NYC
As I prepare for another trip, I know that no matter how much I enjoy my time away, missing New York is almost inevitable. After returning from a week at a travel writers conference in Palm Springs followed by a quick press trip to Temecula, I realize the things I miss when I leave NYC. Getting away from New York is nice, but coming home is nicer.
Spending time with Bogey.
Bogey and I walk at least once or twice every day and he sleeps next to me while I work. As he gets older, I cherish every moment, and so I miss him desperately when I’m traveling.
I never grow tired of staring at the townhouses in NYC. The architecture ranges by neighborhood, with each possessing its own character and charm. Block by block, the ages, facades, and details vary, similar to the people of New York. Often the brownstone-lined streets are pin-drop quiet in the evenings, and with the exception of my feet hitting the sidewalks during each stride, these east-west blocks remain practically motionless and asleep.
Sounds of the city.
Sirens, honking horns, buzzing traffic, and people conversing (often yelling!), are some of the daily sounds I hear with open windows. Like a lot of New Yorkers, I’ve become almost immune to what many people think of as noise. The sounds of the city are like music to my ears. And, that first horn I hear upon my return is like the city shouting, “New York has missed you!”
The 24-hour lifestyle.
Yes, I do sleep so I am not awake for 24 hours. 🙂 But, I have become spoiled knowing that parts of New York remain open around the clock. When traveling to most any other place, I need to reset my brain since I can’t walk out my door at 10 p.m. searching for a place to have dinner. There’s a lot more planning involved rather than the spontaneity I live by in New York.
People interacting with people is one of the greatest facets of life of New York City, but living here for a period of time will make anyone begin to ignore simple pleasures such as this one. A little time away rekindles the flame and opens the eyes, however, and suddenly mundane occurrences on the streets of NYC become inspiring, and some, even humorous again.
This summer is my 13th in New York – I can hardly believe it. After a 15-hour drive (split over two days) from Atlanta, I landed here on June 17, 2007. After living here for about seven years, I realized the beauty of NYC at dusk. When the temperatures are warm into the evenings but the sun quietly disappears, the city takes on the perfect light. Manhattan welcomes a temporary calmness, and the result is startling.
Living in a small space is a challenge at times, but there’s nothing like returning to all the comforts of my New York apartment, no matter how tight the quarters. As much as I love to travel and some hotel beds are nicer than mine, besides a hug and kiss from my husband, a greeting from Bogey, and a meow from Mimi, that first night back and snoozing in my own bed is the best welcome home I could ask for. Being surrounded by my personal belongings, photos, and sentimental items, as well as all of the above, makes me realize what I miss most when I leave New York.
What do you miss when you leave NYC?