From the wide open spaces of New Mexico to the confinement of the city. Sometimes, it takes a few days to adjust, man. This was one of those times because it is easy to get used to that big sky out west. And all that space. I’ve often felt overwhelmed by it. This time, I embraced it and it felt good.
Still, I not sorry to be home. Never am.
[Photo Credit: Elevated Encouragement]
Took a day off from work and I was up in northern Jersey & Bethlehem PA this past Friday. Even only being about 75 miles from NYC - it's a different world, almost idyllic and peaceful (ah, suburbia!).
But although I was only away from the city for about 12 hours, I couldn't help but smile when the train pulled into Secaucus and I could see the Manhattan skyline.
I love coming home. Even from paradise.
If you roll up Rt. 9 past Yonkers, you're already in a new world. NYC and the towns touching its borders should be called Urbia and the rest Middle Earth.
Yeah, seeing the city from the plane, especially at night, is a treat.