“The city seen from the Queensboro Bridge is always the city seen for the first time, in its first wild promise of all the mystery and the beauty in the world.” – F. Scott Fitzgerald
My soul is awaken whenever I make a trip back home to “the city”. I am very fortunate to be able to come back here as much as I do (sometimes upwards of 6 times a year). With all of my family here, there’s every reason to come back when all I need to do is pay for a plane ticket and the rest is taken care of.
What’s not to love about this city? Even in the summer time, when the humidity is at its worse, you still can seek shelter in the plethora of coffee shops with air conditioning and wifi. The smell of garbage around Chinatown and Little Italy is enduring because that’s still a piece of New York that’s a safe haven from skyscrapers and glass condos.
They say if you can make it in this city, you can make it anywhere. I mean, how can anyone dispute that? When you are making $30K a year and paying $2000/month rent just to have 6 other roommates in a 3 bedroom apartment, that builds character. Your willingness to be sexually assaulted on the subway on your daily commute to work builds character. Those long hours in the office where you never see daylight in the winter because you went to work in the dark and left in the dark builds character. Seeing your beloved Twin Towers fall builds characters.
I find that so much of my strength and my character is developed by this great city and now my life in Los Angeles is fun in the sun. So thank you New York!