I NY.
It happens to us all at one time or another, I suppose: everything comes to a head all at once, and before you even realize it you’re so buried in your life, your work, your travel, your responsibilities and obligations, blah blah blah, that you could be living this life anywhere–any city, any town across this country. For all the advantage you’re taking of living in NYC.
At least, this is how my life has been for the past month or two. I love New York, but it’s been so long since I’ve taken advantage of anything really uniquely New York, that I think I’m starting to forget what it is, exactly, I love about living here. My goal is to start reacquainting myself with that as soon as possible.
I miss you, New York. And yet here I am, day in, day out, pounding your pavement. Riding around in your belly.
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But just being there is the very essence of NYC life. The best way to realize that is to actually leave. I escaped the brutal winters, but miss it enough to stalk it via blogs and such. Because life in NYC is unlike life anywhere else on earth, everything you do is New York specific. There’s a lot of really basic things about NYC that are special. Primarily the feeling of being surrounded by friends, running into them all the time, that one doesn’t get in a sprawled city like LA. I miss that.