“Patience and timing- it’s all you’ll ever need,” a wise friend told me back in college.
Aside from the people, the thing I miss the most about NYC is being able to get anything you want, any time of day, any day of the week. There is always something open and there’s always a way to get there.
The New Yorkers I miss can always visit me in Boston, and I can always Amtrak back down to the city- but what is one to do when it’s Christmas Day, you’re alone, and the Stop and Shop around the corner is closed?
This Christmas I began to miss New York… despite often being very alone in the city that never sleeps.
Two years ago I spent Christmas on the Upper West Side of Manhattan, my old neighborhood in the high 90’s. While I know the joke is that Jewish people go to movies and eat Chinese on Christmas, my Jewish friends actually do this- so I did, too. Only it was fried rice and crab ragoon over Netflix.
It’s easy to be alone when you have so many distractions- in a city of millions, it’s also easy to see little pieces of magic even on your loneliest day.
Lately I have been wondering what else I am missing about New York. Is it the comfort of the hustle and bustle? Is it the familiarity with the neighborhoods, the train lines, the bodega owners, the skyline and the crowds?
Finding your footing in a new city is never easy, and I have yet to find the simple joys that give me comfort in Boston. I used to run every time I felt unchallenged, lonely, overstimulated, stressed or fearful… but I refuse to act this way today.
Now, I choose to enjoy each moment, look for the magic and live one day at a time.
Just believe- something wonderful is about to happen.