…so much so that I recently turned my 1993 Leaf Mets around in the plastic sheets so as to feature the back rather than the front.
I grew up 30+ miles from Manhattan, and I went there a couple of times a year and… well, it’s not that I wasn’t impressed by it, but I didn’t think about it. It was what it was.
The last time I was in New York I was stuck in traffic on the Verrazano Narrows Bridge which goes from Staten Island to Brooklyn. Traffic had come to a complete halt, and I got frustrated because I wanted to get where I was going, see friends and family, not get stuck on a bridge. After I was done cursing out my bad luck, I turned and started absentmindedly looking out the window. I realized that from on that bridge I had a great view of the lights of New York City and I gained a new appreciation for how beautiful and amazing and impressive New York can be. It wasn’t until I left the area and came back that it really sunk in.
I guess that’s just the way things go, isn’t it? You sometimes don’t appreciate what’s around you until after it’s no longer around you.