I inhale the burnt aroma of chestnuts and hot pretzels as I step outside the subway station. My pace quickens. I’m in a foot race to keep up with fellow travelers rushing to go wherever they need to in the shortest amount of time. The air is crisp. The foliage in the tree-lined sidewalks turn shades of green, gold, or rust.
Somehow when I get into the City, as Manhattan is often called, I feel like I’m home again. After all, I was born there, at St. Vincent’s Hospital in Greenwich Village, and I spent half of my childhood there before moving with my parents to Staten Island. I also commuted by train, bus, and even Staten Island Ferry to various office jobs in the City. So, even though I later moved with my husband to Nutley, New Jersey, where I have spent many more years, I am still a New Yorker at heart. While New Jersey offers so much, such as great neighborhoods, beaches, entertainment, and more, I miss the City.
This weekend I travelled into the City twice. Once to see JB Priestly’s Time and the Conways starring Elizabeth McGovern (of Downton Abbey fame) at the Roundabout Theater, an excellent drama about a family in disharmony, aging, and regrets for lost opportunities, and today to visit relatives Uptown. Although I do not miss the daily commutes from New Jersey to work in Manhattan, I still enjoy the City, especially during autumn.