Ok, for no (real) apparent reasons, I suddenly miss New York. I don't really know why actually. Why am I feeling this pang? There's a slight achy feeling overwhelming me all of a sudden while I was reminiscing the lovely pictures of the city that never sleeps in my album (the one that's NOT in FB... ha! bet you didn't think I keep stuff private and under my bed...). Kinda like a mother missing her favourite child who's in a faraway land for studies and won't be back for some years. Wait, how would I know what a mother feels like... Ok, let's try this scenario instead - someone missing the companionship of her childhood friend whom she's not gotten in a touch for a long time. Right, this sounds closer to home for me.
Either I'm feeling this way 'cos I'm feeling the itch to travel (and be on the road) again. Or, I'm just getting old and useless... and bored. Or, I'm addicted to travelling (or in this case, to put it more specifically, looking for another chance to go on another holiday, yet again). Is it New York that I really miss, or is it something else?
Pass me the tv controller, I gotta get my mind off this!
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