TrickMo

Today as I scrounged around the house looking for a plastic bag to use for trash (we don’t have a kitchen trash can yet - it’s on the list), I suddenly had a little moment. I pulled the brown bag from inside a plastic bag like they do in New York (forget ‘paper or plastic’ - you’re getting both), and I smiled at the receipt and take-out menu stapled to the paper bag. It was from Pizzabolla, a nice little pizza joint on the corner of 92nd and Amsterdam.  Then I saw the plastic bag was emblazoned with I [heart] NY. I was verklempt. For the first time since leaving 9 months ago, I had an acute moment of loss. I really do miss New York.