Hoboken has been the subject of my suitcase stories before. For five of the last ten months, I have been here, in the birthplace of baseball and home of Frank Sinatra. My months have been spent in the red brick building with a view onto the main street; and on the Hudson pier lawn, writing in front of one of the world’s most iconic skylines.
I’ve been eating at Court Street, Vito’s Deli and Hoboken Bar and Grill; stopping by the Stevens campus; and hopping on the Path train to New York City. While I have a strong suspicion it has more to do with the person than the place, Hoboken feels like home. For this city it’s not goodbye – it’s see you soon.