I want bagels and lox and real pizza and eggs in a diner. (Lucky mrspao!) I want Vietnamese food and Thai and Korean and sushi and stores filled with real cheese and butcher shops and Italian bakeries. Hot dog stands and real coffee shops and delis and diners and even over-priced Balduccis. I want a city bustling with people, I don't want to have to drive just to get a carton of milk, I want to be able to walk and take the bus and subway everywhere again, and grab a bite with friends whether its 4 am or noon or midnight.
I always post this same picture of the city skyline because I took it at one of my favorite times of day--sunset--looking east across the Hudson River from Hoboken, the place I made my hometown for nearly twenty years. To me it is the perfect skyline view, and the perfect picture of the place I still consider "home." (I've never lived in Pennsylvania, the place my parents call "home"--they'd already moved away by the time I was born.)
What you can't see in this picture is the missing towers. They would be right behind the building reflecting the light most brightly, and about three times as tall, as I remember. So this photo is both very nostalgic--as I used to walk past this spot almost daily--and very, very sad to me.
It's 9/11 and I'm still not smoking. For the past five years I've spent the day, maybe the week, mostly in bed--we'll just have to see what tomorrow brings. It's an extremely hard day for me and I miss my NYC hometown very much.
New York, I love you.