Longing

Anyone who knows me knows that my sister and I went to New York City last summer and I fell in love with it. We're not talking, "Wow! That was a lot of fun!" We're talking, "Wow! Every little thing reminds me of NY!" It is almost ridiculous. Wednesday night at church, the minister showed a video where the narrator was at Ellis Island. I seriously was back in that afternoon so vividly that I didn't hear a thing on the clip. This morning I turned on the TV while I was eating breakfast and Today was on. They were in Rockefeller Center standing right where my sister and I stood to take pictures. My heart ached. A few weeks ago, I was eating a hot dog before a movie and I commented about how the best hot dog I have ever eaten was from a street vendor in NY. Part of me feels SO SILLY. Who remembers exactly where you stood to take a photo? Who instantly longs to be in a place just because it flashes on TV? Who remembers a hot dog? It is has become a joke with some and possibly an annoyance for others. I take what I said back...It IS ridiculous!

When I came back, I told my mom that I wanted to move there. She smiled and laughed. She asked if I really missed New York or the fact that it was a vacation. To a degree, I guess she was right. Anywhere without the daily stress of life is better because you can just have fun. Yet, if that were the case, wouldn't the ache have gone away by now? As I look back, the things I miss the most are not the "vacation things". I miss the diversity of culture, walking everywhere, the acceptance by all people, the variety of things to get caught up in.

Today I miss New York. I wish I were there....