Sometimes I get a little sentimental. Sometimes I think of my childhood and get lost in the memory. If you will indulge me, I’m in one of those moments. I’m thinking of my hometown New York and although I would be considered a transplant (East Coast to West Coast) there will always be a special place in my heart for New York. Oh, I know, loads of people think New Yorkers are rude. But I don’t think so, New Yorkers may seem like they have a brusque way of handling things, I think it’s more like there’s an honesty to them. They see things as they are and are less inclined to sugar coat it. I personally love this seemingly blunt way of communicating, although it’s something that does not go over well in Southern California; where folks are laid back and want communication to be a little more soft. But this isn’t really about a turf war. It’s just that today (which was actually 9/28 when I first started to write this) was a bit overcast and while there aren’t too many seasonal changes in Southern California, there are a few trees that are losing their leaves and it made think of New York.
Right now I miss New York, as I do every so often. I miss the falling golden and russet colored leaves. I miss the fabulous museums. I miss the beautiful Brownstones. I miss the suspension bridges. I miss the pizza, pastries (I especially love those almond horns you get in Italian bakeries), and all the other yummy foods that you can get, even at two in the morning. I miss the plays and jazz clubs. I miss the fashion and being able to buy for Fall. I miss being able to go for a walk in Central Park. I miss a few other things as well.
I am sure I’ve romanticized it, we all tend to romanticize some aspects of our past. But much like any other relationship you have when you love something you tend to come to terms with the parts that may not be so pretty. Sometimes those unique attributes are the things that draw you closer and makes you love it even more. Yes there are things I like about Southern California, but there is something about the place where you are from that will always hold a special place in your heart.
When I hear Billie Holiday sing Autumn in New York, I can close my eyes and all enjoy my memories. Lost in thoughts of the moments that were and hopeful for the moments to come.
Does anyone else have a beloved place to spend Fall? What are your favorite autumnal moments?
*** Full disclosure: I started writing this last week Wednesday and was pulled away to take care of something. Then it got hot and I just didn’t feel like writing about Fall. It just made me a little sadder that I don’t get the full effect of the season. But I soon cheered up when my Mom mentioned that we were fast approaching on baking season. In celebration I picked up a few mini chocolate chip pumpkin cookies.