Today.

I’m so, so sad, and all I do is cry. I miss Brooklyn. I miss everything about it. I want my friends here. I miss my mom being able to come over for the afternoon and drive me nuts. I miss the noise. I miss sitting outside on my stoop with Henry when there was nothing to do and Henry calling out “Good evening, madam” at everyone who walked by. I miss walking across the street to buy my groceries and the store manager shouting “My friend!” when Henry came into his sight. I miss walking down the street for an iced coffee. I miss not feeling lonely and pathetic; I miss my life. I want this to get better, but I don’t know how. I don’t know how to make it any better. I just want to feel better.

Comments

[Jill]

I go in and out of being 'homesick' for the east coast - and I have now lived in northern california since 1993.Take a deep breath and call your old pals .... I swear, time helps.... along with new friends.

[Vanessa]

Oh, I feel for you! I moved cross-country three times as a kid, but the time I felt the most homesick was when, as a new college graduate, I left my employer of six years to work for a new company. I'd practically grown up at my former job and was miserable surrounded by strangers and grey cubicle walls. I told myself if I was still unhappy in six months, I'd leave and go someplace else, and I wrote a note that said "Remember April 6" (my six-month date) and put it in my desk drawer to look at when I felt overwhelmed. I finally threw the note away this spring ... eight and a half years after I wrote it. I never thought I'd adjust, but I guess I have. :-)

Anyway, I hope the adjustment goes quickly for you, and you're feeling better and more at home very soon. *hugs*

[Anne Handley Sisco]

It's 9 years here and I still miss NYC. I joined the MOMS Club initially and was tortured by how I didn't fit in and everyone hated me (this was pre-antidepressants). Quitting was such a relief that life seemed pretty good afterwards. Now I have my sister and a couple of good friends but those were some lonely years. Thank God for the Internet (which I did not have then either - HOW DID I SURVIVE?). It can really be a lifesaver. I wish I lived in Jersey. I would give my eyeteeth for a friend like you. Not that I know what eyeteeth are. But if I did know, they'd be gone.

[jessica]

You too?!!

I moved from Upstate Manhattan (Inwood) to Toronto last year. I don't miss the noise, the dirt, the nasty subway riders who'd rather knock my year-old son in his stroller down the stairs than risk missing a train – even though there'll be another in 2 minutes...but I really REALLY miss New York.

It's a taste and a texture you can't find anyplace else.

[panthergirl]

Now I'm *really* glad I found you.

I MISS BROOKLYN TOO. And I've lived in the 'burbs for 11 years. I live in Westchester now, and it's not a million miles away, but it sure seems like it.

From some of the other comments, it looks like we need an "I Miss NY" blog.