NYC: Love it or Leave It
New York City: It's more than just a city, it's a state of mind.
Not the most original thought, but over the years, I've come to appreciate/realize that you don't have to be a native New Yorker to be a New Yorker. Some transplants come here already more of a New Yorker than many of those who've spent their entire lives here; others come with wild illusions and assumptions that are quickly dispelled, and they either adjust to reality or skip town a year or two later with complaints about how tough it is to live here. Some natives, on the other hand, can't wait to get the hell out of dodge from the minute they take their first subway ride.
IMO, being a New Yorker is about being able to live in the moment; to appreciate the now while keeping a wary but unobsessive eye out for the later. It's about appreciating craving diversity in every aspect of your life and not settling for less.
Unless you're a millionaire, New York may not be a terribly friendly place, but it's not an adversarial one, either, except perhaps for the truly weak of heart. I'd say it's neutral, aloof, even; but tameable, for sure. And for those willing to make the effort, there's no more rewarding place I can think of to live. I've moved away a number of times -- from just over the River in New Jersey, to as far away as Virginia, Florida and Tennessee -- but no matter how much I thought I had left for good, I've always found my way back.
You ask me what I am without specifying ethnicity or nationality, and I'll say a New Yorker. Not American, or half-Black, half-Puerto Rican, but a New Yorker; for better or worse, good times and bad, and proud of it.
It's a random thought that popped into my head in reference to a couple of things I've been thinking about recently, including the most recent version of Plan: World Domination, in a "think globally, act locally" kind of way.
More later, as I continue to think it through and assemble my army. Stay tuned...
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I know what you mean. I came from California to Philadelphia for college many years ago. At some point, I made the trek up to NYC. When I got home, I called my sister. She had, aside from a year of study in France, spent her whole life in Northern California, and had never been to NYC. I said to her "Sis, I just came back from New York City. I couldn't stand it. You should live there." A couple of months later, she flew out to check for herself. It was love at first sight. And she spent the next twenty-odd years living there.
I just knew that I couldn't handle it, and that she would thrive. I am still happy her in Philly. She moved here a few months ago, I think mostly to help me. But I suspect she'll be back to the City before too long.