New York Revisited: Nostalgia and Excitement, But Not Longing

The light of morning illuminated the Manhattan skyline as my plane touched down at Newark Liberty International Airport.  My heart skipped a beat at the sight of the city I’d left almost exactly three years earlier, the city I’d left in search of greener pastures.

My one-year stint three years earlier in the city that never sleeps came about purely by chance.  I’d landed on the east coast while still pursuing a career in nutrition, and while completing my dietetic internship a stone’s throw away in New Haven, Connecticut, I’d become quite charmed by New York.  I spent long weekends there visiting friends as an escape from my gritty neighborhood and the mundane nightlife scene in New Haven, and with each visit found myself more and more intrigued.

The idea to move to New York occurred to me sometime in the last few months of my internship.  I knew that if I left the east coast, I’d likely never come back; I still fancied myself a west coast girl, after all, and I couldn’t yet imagine a life without mountains and pristine blue rivers and the Pacific Ocean a quick drive away.

I wanted to give the east coast one more chance to impress me, so once the decision was made, I scrambled to find a place to call my future home.  As luck would have it, a friend of a friend happened to be seeking a new roommate, and I jumped on the opportunity.  I knew nothing of the neighborhood I would soon be calling home other than the fact that it was “uptown.”  I moved in with my two new roommates near 125th and Broadway in a neighborhood called Morningside Heights and began seeking work to pay for my rather reasonably priced but inconveniently located room.

Those first few months in New York were nothing short of romantic.  I discovered my love for electronic music, I had a whirlwind love affair, I found a job that paid the bills and allowed me to live the fast-paced New York City lifestyle I so desired.  I wasn’t working as a dietitian, however, as I had long-since realized that career path wasn’t for me and finally found the courage to say it–and I was happier for it.

Winter settled in, however, along with dissatisfaction at my job, frustration with my living situation (both being so far from downtown and that I hadn’t developed any real connection with my roommates), loneliness when that love affair ended quickly and brutally, and a general feeling of “what the *$%#! have I gotten myself into??”

I cried more often than I care to admit, and started guiltily seeking a new place to live.  It was the only one of my problems I knew I could fix and hoped desperately that other things would start to look up once I did, and that my roommates wouldn’t resent me for breaking my lease early.

It’s funny how quickly things actually did turn around–I like to remind myself of my year in New York whenever I’m feeling stuck in a particular situation–but that December brought with it a whole slew of good luck, including a new apartment in the East Village and some amazing new friends.

It’s hard to say what really changed that December, but the rest of my time in New York continued to get better and better.  I discovered my favorite places to hang out in the city, I knew my way around, I strutted down Broadway with the pace and confidence of a real New Yorker.  It finally started to feel like home, and that’s when the real fun began.

They say New York is “the city that never sleeps,” and my one year in New York was without a doubt the most sleepless year of my life.  I was having a new love affair; my heart belonged to New York and New York alone.

Needless to say, when the time came for me to leave New York in order to realize my long-standing dream of living and working abroad, tearing myself away felt like torture.  I had just found my place in that amazing city, yet I knew I had to follow my heart.

I spent the years after my departure longing to be reunited with the lover that still held my affection.  If I ever felt homesick, it was for New York above anyplace else.

When this highly anticipated “homecoming” became a reality, I planned to spend a week in the city.  I knew it wouldn’t be enough time–or at least, that’s what I thought.

Arriving to Manhattan, I immediately noticed how different it felt this time around.  I was just visiting.  I was a tourist.  An outsider.  My old lover belonged to somebody else now, or perhaps I did.

Revisiting New York WAS amazing in so many ways.  I’ll never tire of the interesting people, the beautiful buildings, the excitement and the palpable energy that attracted me to it in the first place.  I’ll always feel a connection to the East Village, to Central Park, to the Lower East Side, to Madison Square Park where I always used to end up on my lunch breaks.  I’ll never forget the crazy nights out at Pianos or the hungover Sundays sipping mimosas at Three of Cups.  I’ll never forget the friends that I made there or the sleepless nights we spent together, huddled up on rooftops watching the sun rise.

I relived some of these memories and I made some new ones, and I’m grateful for the opportunity to do so.

But.

New York no longer has my whole heart.  It no longer draws me to it with incredible magnetic force.  A piece of me will always be there, and I will always carry a piece of it with me.  Maybe someday we’ll find each other again, and things will be different, but just as amazing.

But…

For now, I don’t miss you, New York.  And closure is a wonderful thing.The Empire State Building seen from Madison Square Park, New York

14 comments

  • Geralyn

    My stomping grounds! I live right outside of New Haven and hang out there a lot. Also love NYC. My grandmother used to live on Riverside Drive by125th St (west side?) but these days I usually head to the village, mid-town or theater district depending on what I’m doing and who I’m visiting. Glad you had a nice visit and you still hold a piece of the big apple close to your heart. 🙂 .
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    • LaMochilera (author)

      I used to love going for runs in Riverside park up there! It’s so beautiful and peaceful! You’re right, what area of town you hang out in really depends what you want to do, it’s so different from one neighborhood to the next. I will always carry a piece of it in my heart, that’s for sure!

    • LaMochilera (author)

      Thank you Alyson! If you ever get a chance to spend some more time there, you should. It’s one place where you can never be bored.

  • Mark and Kate

    Lets wait and see as we head to New York for a week in November. It seems at some stage in everyones life they Love New York.

    • LaMochilera (author)

      Agreed! There’s always so much life and energy to be found, no matter what time of year. You’ll be there at the start of the holiday season so it will certainly be lively! Enjoy your trip!

    • LaMochilera (author)

      I think that’s a safe assumption to make! It’s so charming, who could resist?

  • Maria from Nerd Nomads

    This is so beautifully written!! I have only been to NYC as a tourist, for a couple of weeks at the time, visiting my brother who studied there. I really love the city, it is so full of life and there are so much to do and see! I`m glad you got to end your longing for New York.
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    • LaMochilera (author)

      Thank you Maria! It’s crazy how much different a place can feel when you’ve lived there and then visit again as a tourist, I wasn’t expecting such a contrast! It seems it was a necessary visit to end the longing, as you said.

  • The Scuttlefish

    Leah, you write so beautifully. It’s refreshing to come across a travel blog that’s not just about the tips and the lists, but involves storytelling and people and culture.
    I understand how you feel about NYC; my relationship with the city has also morphed over time. On this note, here is a quote from an occasional travel writer I really enjoy: “What is the purpose, I wonder, of all this restlessness? I sometimes seem to myself to wander around the world merely accumulating material for future nostalgias.” (Vikram Seth)
    Look forward to reading more from you!
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    • LaMochilera (author)

      What a lovely compliment, thank you!! I’ve gone back and forth a million times trying to decide what kind of content I’d like to focus on, and I’ve never really loved the idea of “listicles” and other such articles that are basically just traffic generators. So your comment makes me feel like I’m on the right track. And what a great quote! “…material for future nostalgias.” That just oozes truth. 🙂

  • Laura4NYC

    Been here for six years and I am finally getting to understand what it means not be held in grip by New York’s magnetic force anymore. Every love affair ends eventually… 🙂

    • Leah Davis (author)

      Aw, sad but true! With cities, anyway… 😉

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