I have a very real love-hate relationship with the city, which I don't discuss much in this blog. As much as I love this city, there are just times when I have to escape it.

Occasionally I need to trade in the frenetic pace with a slower cadence and replace the loud cacophany with the serene quiet. In the past, this need for change has often led me to the North Fork in Long Island. And this week, it led me there once again.

It's become an annual tradition for my family to come out here for strawberry picking and wine tasting. But with too many vineyards, farms and picturesque barns to count, I wondered to myself why I don't bring the family out here more. There's just something deeply therapeutic about this place—and the city has nothing like it.


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