I’m moving to the Big Apple next week.
And while I am excited about the upcoming journey, the move will be bittersweet for sure.
In an odd way I am coming full circle. I was actually born in New York City. When I was just a few weeks old my dad took a job at Auburn Correctional Facility and my parents moved to Cayuga County.
Looking back, the country life I know and love was probably a real punch in the gut to my city-slicker parents. I only wish I could have been there when they smelled cow manure for the first time. And I can’t even imagine how challenging it must have been for them to adjust to life on a well, with six kids no less! Rationing every precious drop of water must have been a daily battle.
Somehow, in time, they adjusted to rural life. My parents found their groove and today they love the country so much they wouldn’t dream of moving back to the city. It’s kind of funny that I should now be heading in that direction.
And just as my parents got into the Cayuga County swing of things, I am sure I will figure out big city living: the noise, the crowds, and the inconvenience of parking. When you think about it, the hassles of the city are no different than manure and well water. It just takes some getting used too.
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And while I am sure I will love the abundance of theaters, museums and restaurants, I know I will sorely miss the Merry-Go-Round Playhouse, the Seward House Museum, Oak & Vine; my favorite hangouts which rival any downstate attractions, in my humble opinion.
And I couldn’t leave the Finger Lakes without taking a case or two of wine. I am really going to miss Anyela’s, Treleaven and Thirsty Owl; my personal favorites.
And of course, I am going to miss writing for The Citizen. I have so enjoyed my time with the paper. I have grown so much from my fans and critics, as both sides have helped me become a more informed and engaged member of the community. And I thank all of you for sharing your “two cents” with me over the years.
As I pack up the boxes and load up the van for the next leg of my journey there is a spring in my step and an ache in my heart.
I sure am going to miss this place.