Instantly, I was transported to Jamaica Ave and 218th St.

I got a phone call from Elyse going to the Aquarium. "What bus is it to 179th St.? How many times have I been to Jamaica Ave and 218th and gone to 179th St from every other direction? 179th St was like a North on the compass for a huge chunk of my life. Wherever you are find 179th St. and you can walk from there, if you need to. There is always a bus or a train to take you there.

I am grateful that I am not in the hustle and bustle of the city regularly. It is soothing that the run to the doors of the train is a distant memory. But it is bittersweet and somewhat I longed to just look at the view of the buildings and feelings of a New York minute. Blink your eye and the minute is over. I thank God for the dearness of my hometown and the sweetness of new beginnings.