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O, Jeff and I went to visit my aunt and uncle in Manhattan this weekend.
It’s hard for me to describe how much I adore New York City. It feels like traveling to another world AND a homecoming, all in one. Walking around the city relaxes me in a way I don’t ever seem to manage in my real life when I’m home.
And always, always, I walk around the city, imagining what it would be like to live there.
(Of course, it helps that my aunt and uncle live in an apartment where you see this view from their couch.)
We’ve taken O there a few times, but somehow this visit seemed different. He seemed older, more aware of the surroundings. As we were driving in, O announced, I think I’m going to live here someday. In an apartment.
And yesterday, before we left, he said, I don’t think we should leave, Mom. I think we should move to New York.
(Mostly because he loved riding the subway. I’m pretty convinced that he would have been just as happy to ride the subway up and down the island as he was with all the sightseeing we did!)
For my part, I spent most of the weekend completely exhausted from too-late nights (and then too-early mornings, thanks to street noise and the early light).
But I love that he seems to love the city just as much as I do.