I miss New York. Terribly.
I miss my life there - its crazy busyness and never ending array of shopping sprees, dinners and social events. I miss the dizzying cultural scene with its constant flow of free, or almost free, concerts, movies by starlight, and theatre performances.
I even miss the less likeable parts, such as the indefinable fumes, the overwhelming humidity and the crowded, decaying subways. Hell, I even miss the oversized rats. Well, almost.
I have however been comforting myself with the general knowledge that New York is supposed to be an incredibly unpleasant place to be in winter. But my mood dropped today when I discovered that the temperature is still in the lovely mid-20s (80 Fahrenheit).
As much as I miss the place I cannot really go back right now though. There is this master degree of mine that is taking up a bit of time, and there is the slight issue of money. And I honestly do not know if the US immigration officers would welcome me back. They seemed slightly suspicious I would refuse to leave the last time I entered.
So, instead of boarding the first plane to New York I am making due with boring everyone about how much I miss/love the city, shouting excitedly every time time I see a scene from New York in a movie/TV show, and loudly sobbing my way through Empire State of Mind – whatever version is playing.
As they say: “You can take the girl out of the city, but you cannot take the city out of the girl”.
Free James Bond screening at Bryant Park.