I miss Gristedes and its miniature aisles and miniature shopping carts.
I miss skyscrapers and a real city skyline.
I miss Smalls, JJ's Diner, B-Bar, Brother Jimmy's, St. Mark's, the Chelsea Hotel and East Sixth's Indian Row.
I miss hailing cabs.
I miss brunch every Sunday no matter what.
I miss walking on city streets on busy days and energetic evenings.
I miss everyone wearing black.
I miss street fairs.
I miss jackets in September...sort-of.
I miss the smells! I'm not a good sniffer. My answer is always, "No," to "Ew! Do you smell that?!" but NYC I can smell. I miss the smell of the subway and the leather of the cabs. I miss the smell of Gray's Papaya and Ray's slices.
I miss the flower stalls on the corner and the flaky croissants from the street vendors.
I miss the pigeons!
I miss street performers that are actually talented.
I miss endless possibilities.
I miss never being alone.
I miss the corner store.
I miss bridges that look like works of art...instead of concrete monstrosities painted yellow.
I miss small artsy theater and bars with gimics.
I miss nights out in the Bowery and SoHo on Saturday afternoons.
I miss you, Manhattan, and I promise to visit soon. Cheers to you and your inextinguishable spirit eight years later.