We moved a great deal of our stuff to New Hampshire this past weekend, and are currently living the minimal life in our suddenly much larger apartment in Brooklyn, awaiting awaiting the birth of our bean. There are so many things I'm looking forward to in the next few months: having a child, starting a new job, getting to know a beautiful small town, doing it all with E. But I will miss New York, and this morning the New York Times reminds me of one of the things I won't forget.
They spent a small chunk of yesterday morning aboard the Q train, interviewing passengers and capturing a small, diverse slice of the city. Like in most big cities, the subway is something we can love and hate in the same breath. But of all the trains in the city I've lived near and taken semi-regularly, I've never liked a train as much as the Q. From Coney Island to 57th street, it's a great combination of above and underground, including some sweet skyline views from the Manhattan bridge. It also gets me to Union Square in four stops. And, as the Times article makes clear, it transports a diverse population, from Russian War Vets to Haitian Nurses to Park Slope Moms. Which is as good enough reason to love and miss New York as any I know.