It smells like fall.
I'm not sure how I missed it but suddenly all the leaves have changed and a scattered pile of them stood at my feet this morning as I made my way out of The Shoebox and off to work.
Once again the only thing that could satiate me was a quick run to Starbuckys to ease the pain and restlessness of being back.
Hard to believe that just a week ago I was kicking back and soaking up some sun in Sheep Meadow in Central Park. Now my tan has faded, I've gone searching for my cute little fall sweaters to be pulled out and have hastily stashed many of my summer clothes.
The transition of seasons usually makes me happy and feels good but for some reason this year it seems to be depressing me. I'm not looking forward to 8 months of winter (except of course for that week in March that I'll go snowboarding).
Normally when I go on trips it makes me appreciate the little things about life at home. This time that doesn't seem to have happened. In fact I miss the hustle and bustle of NYC, the crazy people you'd encounter on the subway, a newsstand on every corner, breakfast at Zabars, the different smells every ten feet and just walking and walking for miles on end losing yourself in the crowd. I can't wait to go back.
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