Greystone Hotel

There are those times when I reflect on life and what it’s brought me. And to be honest, I always feel very blessed. I suppose there are times I wish I could have a few more things, but to be very honest with you, I’m very happy with my life and those things I do desire are very materialistic (in the end I can't them with me). I have an awesome family and friends, a job that pays, and I have my health. Can anyone ask for anything more? In any case, the other night I was on the town and walking by the first place I ever lived in NYC…wow! Talk about throwbacks to who I was and where I've been.

I once read that we should pay homage to all our old apartments in the city. I mean think of all the stories they can share about us if apartments could talk. I don’t know, maybe after passing the Old Greystone I remembered all the people who have graced my life in this city. There are too many to name here, as I’m sure there are for everyone reading. Yet, I think the city presents this rare opportunity to meet people from all over the world who speak different languages and dialects of English at that. I don't know, maybe I just wanted to tell the city thanks and my old apts. thanks and this is my little way of doing it. I can go on and on in a rant about how great NYC is and how it's home to this person and that person, but that's already been done. I just think sometimes we need to sit and think for 5 minutes of how far we have come in this rat race when we so very rarely have time to reflect or enjoy ourselves and our lives.

In closing, I think we should all go and take pictures of the old places we have lived at for memory sake. That’s my challenge to you for your blog and to tell a story that you distinctly remember about that place. I hope all is well and can we have a moment of silence for all our old apartments and that little bit of our old selves we left behind and the new us that we discovered.