Hey all, I’m back in Malaysia. My biological clock is still screwed up. I don’t think this jet lag is fading at all — in fact, it’ll probably take me another week or so to fully adjust to the Malaysian time zone. I took a 6-hour afternoon nap yesterday and only caught 2 hours of sleep last night. And the night I came back, I slept 12 hours until my dad woke me up because he feared I might dehydrate.
While it’s great being back in the comfort of my family and friends, I do miss New York City a lot.
I miss chilling in the pretty parks during the summer.
I miss the archetypal fashion and hairdos that have taken NYC by a storm.
I miss the beach. Well, technically Coney Island isn’t considered a beach… but whatever. It’s beachy enough for me. Oh, those hot summer days on warm sand beneath dusty blue skies.
I miss taking the subway to and from 23 St, where I used to work and intern.
I miss the Flat Iron District, because I spent five days a week there.
I miss the busy mornings in the Flat Iron District when I’d have 5 minutes to emerge from the subway, grab a banana from Flavors Cafe and dash two long avenues to my workplace.
I miss late night card games with the wild bunch.
As odd as it might seem, I actually miss riding the subway. I miss how convenient everything used to be. You could get from one borough to another in like, 10 minutes!
I miss Central Park in the fall, when the trees were graced with brilliant shades of reds and golds.
I miss wearing boots and jackets and dressing like a hipster.
I miss Hale & Hearty’s soups and salads.
I miss that Sunday afternoon at my friend’s new apartment, when we all gathered around playing board games and ate homemade banana pudding.
I miss Korean food and Koreatown.
I miss my SHK Magazine‘s parties.
I miss attending events and getting freebies!
I miss Queen’s Comfort, a spectacular brunch spot in Astoria with amazing eggs benedicts.
I miss randomly discovering a film or commercial or TV show in the making. In this case, they were filming Person Of Interest in the Upper West Side.
I used to get chills riding this steep escalator nearly every morning, but I got over that.
I miss pigging out on interesting Asian-fusion desserts at Chikalicious.
I miss the Salty Pimp ice cream.
I miss browsing through $1 books outside The Strand, one of NYC’s oldest bookstores.
I miss the East Village and all the mystery that it holds.
I miss grabbing hot chocolate at cute, cozy coffee houses like Le Pain Quotidien.
I miss the food scene. I miss going for brunches. I miss the restaurants.
I tried to avoid Times Square as much as I could, but I do miss the traffic and the bright lights. That was the world’s epitome of NYC.
I miss writing at Argo Tea Cafe.
I miss the architecture and old brownstone buildings.
I miss the food-writing for Joonbug.com.
I miss the subway performances. They were always worth watching. Most of them, anyway.
I miss long, late night drives with my friends and just reflecting on what we did that day.
And I miss this city for its infinite possibilities and whimsicality that churns beneath its calm surface.