NY

When I think about NYC I get so nostalgic. I’m planning to take a small break and go visit the second week of April. The thing is, I have never missed NYC and the people there as much before as I do now. Not only do I find myself thinking regularly about those I care about, and of memories we share in places all around NYC (places I probably know too well), but I get thrilled when I think about all that I have yet to do, and the people I have yet to meet.

The strongest feeling, above all, is the feeling to reconnect. Lately, lots of childhood friends have been finding me on Facebook, and although they were around when I was in high school and in college (those rare few times I was even in NYC), I just now want to do something about it. I have no idea who they may have become, but I can’t help but have a sense, that childhood friends are the ones you share some of your best memories with. Before the adult life, before social pressure, before insecurities, before the world hit you, you were you. It’s almost like these friends became time capsules of my former self.

I want to connect with family members who were in Brooklyn and Little Italy and who I never got to interact with. I want to meet my aunts, my uncles, my cousins, one who was scouted out to the MLB and another who graduated from Columbia. Who are they? What are they like? I even have that same feeling of comfort around those I don’t even know. They are family, I should be able to be myself around them, and I look forward to meeting them.

I miss my family, my friends (old and new), I miss the projects.

I miss New Yawk.