Signs of a Recession
I've been up on Long Island for about a week now, visiting and job hunting (yea, go figure on the latter), and several things have hit me. The first: I knew that I missed the north, but I didn't realize just how much of my identity can now be called "northern." Little things from delis, coffee shops, the style of clothes I wear, the large amounts of dark colors in my wardrobe, shoes, to just being very comfortable in the skin and soles of an urbanite and northerner. I do realize LI is the burbs, but going into the city reminded me of more than the island did/does. As for this recession . . . well, my first two days here I drove to some of my old favorite and "unfavorite" spots. I wheeled my car to Montauk, rolled down the windows, smelled the LI shore, put my feet in the sand, and rubbed my toes along the rocks. I closed my eyes as I walked along the boat docks in Montauk and remembered many a summer's day spent taking in the view and character of thi...