This morning instead of running on the West Side Highway like I usually do - I ran in the streets.
It was my last run as a Mannhattanite, as we move tomorrow.
I looked around at the beauty of time square when no one is there and it’s completely empty, the bums on 10th avenue still snoozing away, the lines of the bankers downtown at coffee carts since they go to work hours before everyone else. (I ran 3.75 miles so I covered a lot of area) I was reminded of when I first moved here, and couldn’t afford to join a gym, and just went running in the streets every morning.
I almost forgot what it was like moving here in my 20s, living in Chelsea, and being beyond excited that my tiny tiny bedroom had a view of the Empire State Building from my window. To me, that meant, I had made it. I loved remembering that feeling today.
New York, even though I am only going to be 1 train stop away from you, I actually will miss you.