Two weeks ago, my family and I made a quick trip back to my childhood apartment in the Bronx. It was the first time I’d been back to New York, and my old neighborhood, in over a year.
That might not sound like a long time, but for me it is.
Ever since I moved to Miami in 2016, I've traveled back and forth to New York at least two or three times a year. That first year or two after moving to Florida, I made even more frequent trips because I felt like I needed to.
Adjusting to a new city was hard and disorienting. From time to time I needed a taste of home just to hit the reset button and remind myself who I was. After all, the Bronx was really all I knew.
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