You know you haven’t left New York in a long time when the sight of manicured lawns and planned communites shocks you back to suburban reality and it hits you that this is the way most people live outside our self-contained universe.
Three months in NY and I start getting that urge to travel and escape and breathe fresh air again.
Two days away and I’m almost sure I must have missed something important in the city.
The best part of leaving though is when you get back and everything is just as busy and normal as you left it. And you know you haven’t really missed anything in the two days while you were away, except perhaps living in New York.