A few days later, I felt much better than I had when I left Miami. Neal was far wealthier than I realized, and when he brought me to his place, it all but took my breath away.
Tall vaulted ceilings, floor-to-ceiling windows, exotic plants… The list continued with no end to the lavish things he had in his upscale New York penthouse apartment. It was his pride and joy though, and when he first showed it to me, his eyes lit up.
I had forgotten how much I missed New York until I was back home.
Now, I enjoyed the South. The only problem was you still had to drive everywhere for everything.
Being in New York City, I didn’t have to.
I could simply walk out of the building down to the bodega to grab something if I wanted, or even grab something to eat at one of the vendors on the corner. You never really know how much you miss something until it is no longer available to you.
