I left NYC a little more than 3 years ago, full heartedly, having greatly missed my homeland, Israel. I left it so bruised and pained (from different reasons) that I truly believed that I would never look back.
After sobering from my return Israeli honeymoon, these little missing moments started creeping slowly inside my heart - small moments of happiness, habits, places and faces that didn't leave me alone.
I want to eat sushi at "east", browse books at Barnes and nobles, drink a caramel macchiato, walk through the streets of the east village, watch the birds at central park, dance at the albion batcave on saturdays, take the 6 train, get a tattoo on st. marks place, smell the stench of canal street and buy tons of art supplies at pearl paint, see concerts at jones beach or just feel the unbelievable power this city has on a human being.
I just find myself pondering and daydreaming about this city, knowing that a visit will have to be after more healing will be done - my heart is still badly bleeding from the whole 6 years experience this city and other events that occured while being there have supplied me with.
The bottom line is that this city have captured my heart so strongly that I find myself crying just from remembering tiny moments, flashes of memories and she will always be remembered in a special place in my heart, I just wish the memories will fade and give me some much needed rest from all my demons. I will always miss New York
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