It always feels like home. It's the last 45 minutes of the trip...any trip from the West or South...unless, of course, I opt to take the Tapan Zee Bridge. But that always also feels like a homecoming. Maybe even more of a homecoming since my godparents live at its foot, in Nyack. They live on the Hudson. It's beautiful there. I love bridges. Phewshew...talk about rambling!