I can’t believe it’s been more than a year since I left NY.

I love fall in SF. The air so clear and crystalline, it seems as if I can look out my window, over Lake Merritt, clear through to Hawaii. That every light coming from SF at night is pointed right at where I sit in my apartment in Oakland.

I miss the color of the sky over the Hudson River during sunset in the fall. The piles of leaves up to my knees in Harlem because the city never gave enough of a shit to clear anything in that neighborhood [snow, leaves, criminals....]. I miss taxi rides. I’m certain the moment I stepped foot into that city, I’d be reminded of all the things I couldn’t stand. But mostly, I just want to go back. For a week. A month. A lifetime.

In New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There’s nothing you can’t do
Now you’re in New York
These streets will make you feel brand new
These lights will inspire you
Let’s hear it for New York, New York, New York

Is it weird that this song makes me want to cry?