Sadly, I'm realizing there are fewer times lately where I have the typical "I love New York" moments. I used to have them when I
ran over the Brooklyn Bridge, or when I took the R train to Brooklyn and the above-ground track lent great views of the Bridge and the Statue of Liberty. I like to say that "everything becomes habitual"—even living in New York. You go to work, you go out, you come home. New York just becomes part of the scenery.
But I was pleasantly reminded how beautiful the city is when
Jes and I went to a going-away party for a friend of hers a few weeks back. It was on the top floor/rooftop of a high-rise on the west side. Not sure how the hosts can afford such a pad—they were
our age—but they were gracious and let us admire the view as long as we wanted.
Can't really complain, eh?
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