Ok so I wanted to keep each of these posts focused on a single topic, which is why there’s so many of them. I need to get all these thoughts down on paper before I lose them. I wanted to talk about Long Island. Sure it’s overshadowed by the greatest city on earth (well in some people’s opinions) but it has its charms and quirks. I love it. Maybe it’s because I was born there and desperately wanted to move back for so long (junior high sucked. Seriously), but I just love it. I love how it looks, how it sounds, and even how it smells (sometimes). The houses make me smile. They all look similar but have their own quirks. It’s mostly the brick houses, with the perfect red brick like my dad’s parents house or the big wooden shingled houses like my mom’s parents (they don’t live there anymore and I think it would pain me not to run into that house if I stopped by...it was my first home). They just look so cozy and homey.
I still want to move back and with graduation fast approaching (December will be here before you know it folks) and with me not having strings attached anywhere, I can go ANYWHERE. Anywhere there’s a winery who wants me. Which means I have a lot of options. When I told Samantha this, immediately she said “OMG when you get back in August, we’re going out East!” Out East. That also makes me smile. Down to the shore. Robert Moses, Jones Beach, Fire Island. All those names make me so happy. I have yet to go to Fire Island, but oh be warned in August...I will go. So L.I. is now added to my list of relocation possibilities (or not): stay in Nor Cal, go to Oregon, Toronto (Canada....that would make a certain favorite Canadian of mine extremely happy) and now Long Island. Who knows.
Even driving into Brooklyn made me happy. It’s not my favorite of the five buroughs but it has it’s charm. Again, the red brick and the white painted wrought iron fences with the flags hanging out and the humidity of summer hanging in the air, just tempting you. I saw a commercial that showed a little girl running around in her bathing suit at dusk, catching fireflies in a jar and watching them with a look of pure wonder on her face. I used to be that little girl. There are no flreflies out in California. At least, none that I’ve seen. That really makes me want to go back. For an extended period of time. I’m not saying I would move there permanently, but I would like to live there again. I also want to live all over the world soooo who knows how that’ll go.
So, an ode to Long Island. I love you. For all that you are. You make me happy. You make a little sad. Overall you remind me of where I came from and what I’ve accomplished and done with my life so far. I thank you for that. I can look back on when I’ve visited and remember exactly where I was in my life at that time. Like a snapshot. Maybe someday you’ll become a movie.
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