Missing Her

EMBER

“New York, New York.” I smiled as the plane’s wheels touched down in the city I now called home. I was torn between being sad and being excited about getting back to work now that I knew what dealing with clients was like.

I didn’t know all the clients of the firm yet, but I was looking forward to meeting with them. The trip really helped me to understand that the names on the files I dealt with in the office weren’t just names. They belonged to actual people just like those we met with.

It was strange. I always knew the names belonged to clients, but having actually met with clients now, it was like it was suddenly real. I knew the meeting had changed my perspective slightly, like it had been the twist on the binoculars that finally brought everything into sharp focus.

As thrilling as it was to know I would be throwing myself into my work with renewed vigor and understanding, I was sad about being back because New York wasn’t the same as it had been when I left it.

There was a