[85] Things I Miss About New York

The familiarity and ease of the subway. Art shows where everyone is dressed differently and yet looks exactly the same. Endless food options from every corner of the world on the same block. The feeling of walking by a million different stories at any given moment. How everyone is a transplant and is trying desperately to plant down roots to become a native. How some in the process don’t make it, or decide that they’d never want to live here. The sounds of foreign tongues chirping around you like exotic migrant birds. The long line of people at the Halal Guys. The rushed way everyone is trying to go somewhere, to do something, to get something, to see something and then to go home to wake up to do it all over again.