At this point in my life I was done with New York. My one major relationship left me curled up in a corner. I was so depleted from my death of a job. I wanted to do something risky and New York felt too safe for me. And then Linda came to the city and she was so in love with it. That love rubbed off on me. I was able to enjoy the city again in some respects. It helped that I got laid off from that horrendous job. And my alternative (Seattle) became a bit more expensive then I thought, but really, the love I have for New York is like no other. This city feeds me. Those don't live here complain of the many tourists, the smells, the noise, the pace of it all. But all of that is why I love it so. I love that I can see and do anything I want to do in this city. And no other city can say that. I love how brutal and warm this city can be to your ego all at the same time - much like life can be.
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