I just did some counting on my fingers and turns out that I’ve been living for almost 30 years, less than half an hour from New York City. I know, time flies. No, it races. I remember my 6th grade teacher, Mr. Keener, standing out on the playground at recess, begging me to be patient about time.
“Don’t rush away your childhood.”
Of course I thought he was crazy. I was so ready then to be in high school with the older kids but I didn’t want to leave his classroom either. He ran the only room that felt like home to me as I came to the end of my elementary career. Finally, a teacher I could love and I was impatient to see what life was like where the big kids lived.
But I digress. This Slice is supposed to be about my love for a life well lived, close to New York City and I yet do understand what Mr. Keener was warning me against. I am listening now, that’s for sure, as I am just about to celebrate year 65 and apply for my Medicare and Social Security cards. Can you believe that?
Again, I digress.
What I want this Slice to be about is my love for the city that I can almost touch from my condo and from Tuvia’s home in Paramus.
On Sunday, we left for a family celebration brunch at 9:15 and we were parked and standing in front of the Park hotel to join my brother, family and friends by 10:05. Of course NYC is not cheap and there was no sunshine but as usual the streets were filled with people and their energy.
I left my small town in 1986 and yes, I can come back and feel good there, but home is here, close to the pulse of NYC, FOREVER!
I think New York City deserves more of my slicing time.