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Sometimes things can take a hold of you and never let go. They become a part of your true self and without them you feel a bit lost at times. That’s how I’ve felt about NYC since I was 16 years old.
My junior year of high school, our English teacher, Mrs. Winders, took us on the much anticipated NY trip. I had never been away from home, or so I thought until I set foot in the city and realized that I had been away from home most of my life.
Ever since that trip I have carried a part of the city with me. I have made several other trips and each time I feel like I’m coming home again. There’s just something about that place that makes me feel so alive.
A trip there usually takes me a few weeks to get over. I tend to feel a bit depressed, a bit homesick.
The last trip I took was a couple of years ago when I took Jacob to meet The Naked Brother’s Band. I also took him to see his first Broadway play In the Heights.
Nicholas was old enough to understand that we were going on a trip to NY. Now he thinks that the airport (or airporch as he calls it) is NY since that’s where he and Warner dropped us off. If only it were that close!
I’m overdue for another trip. I miss it. I want to go home.














