Way back in college, I remember reading a poem with a line "I wish I didn't miss the city in the country." And so do I. Here I am in suburban Cincinnati missing the City, my city.
I feel something crossing the Triborough Bridge, now the Robert F. Kennedy Bridge, as I'm leaving the island of Manhattan. I keep wanting to turn around and look back. I feel as if I'm going to miss something while I'm gone.
I know there's lots to recommend life west of the Hudson, but I still miss the city in the country.
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