“I love New York, even though it isn’t mine, the way something has to be, a tree or a street or a house, something, anyway, that belongs to me because I belong to it.”
― Truman Capote
Elle Germany June 2015
What are some of the cherished places in your life?
Is it your hometown? Or is it your college town? Or perhaps it is somewhere you spent summers when you were a kid?
I was just driving through downtown Manhattan with my husband a few hours ago and thought of the fond memories I have in New York, especially downtown. The Lower East Side, the Village, and the financial district were a huge part of my life since I started high school downtown many moons ago. I reminisced with him about a random Italian restaurant on 6th Avenue we stumbled upon one balmy summer night. We couldn’t remember the food, though it was good, but really remembered that the olive oil was phenomenal with a fruity fragrance. I also lamented that we wouldn’t be able to visit Pearl Oyster Bar or try Luke’s Oyster bar for their Maine style lobster rolls any time soon. I also recalled first trying sushi at a restaurant downtown (perhaps at Yama?) and loving the foreign texture but delicious taste.
I’ll always have such lovely memories of my teens and 20s spent downtown. I’m also constantly drawn back and building new memories there. As Truman Capote says above, it belongs to me because I belong to it.
Have a lovely week!