I will miss my city. I leave today, and I leave thinking I should have set more time to just sit and breathe in New York one last time, rather than be the typical person here – missing out on details because I am running on overdrive to get to my next destination.
Driving through Manhattan
Ever-changing scenes
Some odd hour
Something my sister said the other day made this new beginning so real. She said, “This person you are, this person won’t come back next year. Someone new will.” Just like my city, ever-changing, how different will it be when I come home.
From Korea With Love 