When we left New York I told Danny that it would take me a while before I could watch movies set in NY without crying. Truth is there are a lot of movies set in that magical city. (one may ask why - is it that incredible? and the answer is yes.)
We've been taking advantage of the media room and therefore have on occasion watched a movie set in NY. I thought it would bother me more but I haven't shed a tear yet as a result of watching a movie.
The other night however we were watching something and it made my heart yearn to be there again. I ached for the grimy subway stations where dirt is caked around the bolts in the scaffolding and they have painted over and over the dirt. I hurt for the sticky smoke that billows out of the orange and white tubes for what purpose is still a mystery to me. I wanted to be walking down the sidewalk so that someone hurrying off to work/school/home could brush up against me.
The other night however we were watching something and it made my heart yearn to be there again. I ached for the grimy subway stations where dirt is caked around the bolts in the scaffolding and they have painted over and over the dirt. I hurt for the sticky smoke that billows out of the orange and white tubes for what purpose is still a mystery to me. I wanted to be walking down the sidewalk so that someone hurrying off to work/school/home could brush up against me.
Most days there is at least a moment where I wish I was home. On the really bad days there is a deep emptiness that seems like it will never be filled.
