I think I take Long Island for granted. 99% of the time, I hate it and think, "This place is as boring as it gets." Probably because the shadow of the city is looming over it and really, how could anything compare to Manhattan?
But every now and then...Usually once every few years, I'll look around and think, "It's not so bad." This normally happens during Fall when the leaves change colors and the weather is perfect. Not hot, but not cold...Chilly, with that bite to it.
I was walking around my shabby little town this afternoon because I had to go to the bank. I'm not sure "town" means the same thing to everyone, so allow me to explain what it means here. It's not the town as a whole, it's the place where there are a bunch of stores, delis, bakeries, boutiques, banks, etc. The church is there, the middle school is there. Not EVERYTHING is located there, I don't live in a rural community, it's not deserted. But this seems to be where everyone gathers.
So that's what I mean when I say "shabby little town." The stores on this one particular street. Today was the first time it didn't appear too terrible. I always compare it to Babylon's town because it's SO nice there. Not the actual town, just you know...Their street with all their stores. In comparison, my town isn't all that great. But on its own, it's nice. It's home.
I'm also beginning to realize I take the LIRR for granted. I've never considered how lucky I am to be able to get on a train whenever I want and go to the city. Because I've always lived on Long Island, the railroad has always been here. I can't really imagine what it must be like to live somewhere else and not have that option. I know a lot of friends who live out of state have mentioned how fortunate New Yorkers are to have public transportation everywhere.
There's really no point here. Other than I sometimes have to remind myself that Long Island isn't that terrible.
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