Dont Mince Words

I made my reservations. I’m going back to New York to attend a friend’s first book signing. Nomi was part of my core writing group while in New York. That gang really pushed me and I thank them for the tough love.

But I’m scared.

I miss fall foliage. I miss pizza and real bagels. I miss big sweaters, fires, and light snow. I miss people that can quickly express themselves.

When I left on my Super Shuttle to LGA last July, I turned around and watched the Empire State vanish. I cried.

I’m scared to go back because I miss everything that makes New York great.