Missing New York

It's a rainy day here in Southern California...and I miss New York so much. I long to wander some random quiet street amongst the brownstones, the Duane Reades, the pizza & bagel shops...I sometimes wonder if I'll ever get to a place in my life where I am able to move out there. I keep making myself little promises that I know in my heart I can't keep--when Terry breaks up with me, I'll move to NY...when I quit teaching...when my nephews are a bit older...but all of those things happened, and I'm still here. I think what it comes down to is, I'm afraid. I fear I won't be able to make it and will have to come back with my tail between my legs.

I saw my NY friend, Eric, online today and told him I missed NYC and asked him to 'talk NY' to me...he said, "Fuck off!"

God, I miss that city!