I don't ❤ NY, but it has its moments
This past Saturday I “went into the city”. For anyone out of a 100 mile radius of New York, saying that you’re going into “The City” without exception means New York City – I’m glad we cleared that up. My brother, Dan, is apparently a genius and famous in his own right (a prophet hath no honor in his own town, eh?) and apparently his startup website is cool enough to host a conference where over 60 people (fans really) will show up and spend their Saturday.
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So, me being a supportive sister and all, I decided to attend said conference in the city. I took pictures, but honestly, my camera is sitting on my chair across the room and adding pictures at this point would involve me getting up out of my nice warm bed into my chilly room – and let’s just be real for a moment, it ain’t happening.
The conference was great (although admittedly I didn’t know what they were talking about half of the time), though it being in NYC held for me mixed emotions. You see, despite the ever present tee shirt slogans, I don’t really ❤ NY. And while I realize that I am privileged to live within driving distance to one of the biggest, most famous cities in the country and perhaps the world, NYC doesn’t really do much for me.
So, in my effort to be genuine while being more positive, I’ve made a pro’s and con’s list.
~You basically have anything you could ask for in walking distance – or close to it.
~You are at the epicenter of current culture.
~You are surrounded by people from every walk of life.
~Speaking of walking, it’s good exercise, and you do a lot of it in The City.
~Because of the great ethnic diversity, they really do boast some of the best food you can find – short of actually traveling to another country.
~You basically have anything you could ask for in walking distance – or close to it. What ever happened to delayed gratification, or better yet, denial of self?
~You are at the epicenter of current culture – and with it you are constantly bombarded with the good, bad, and ugliness of humanity.
~You are surrounded by people from every walk of life. And I do mean EVERY walk of life – surrounded by them.
~Walking, it’s good exercise, and you do a lot of it in The City. It’s great, if you have hiking boots, the weather cooperates, and you don’t care how you look when you show up at your destination.
~Because of the great ethnic diversity, they really do boast some of the best food you can find – short of actually traveling to another country. That is, if you find a good place. There are over 1,000 Chinese restaurants in NYC – not all of them are good. Not all of them used recognizable meat sources. Beware and get a good recommendation before eating at a restaurant in The City.
~It’s filthy. I feel like the air itself is dirty – and given all of the cars and smoke and dust flying around it’s probably even worse than I give it credit for.
~You are stepping over, under, and into people all of the time – and no one seems to notice. I’m an introvert who cherishes my personal space, I don’t do well with random people invading said space.
~With so much humanity comes a concentration of humanity’s pain. I saw a girl crying while talking on her cell phone at Penn Station. I saw countless homeless people – one woman looked to be in such despair that I can’t get her out of my mind. The problem is that so few of the thousands who passed her that day even took note of her. She is just one of the thousands of wretched souls in NYC.
~I never want to take pictures because I don’t want to look like a tourist and get mugged. A mutually reasonable and unreasonable fear.
~I never quite feel like I’m dressed appropriately for NYC, which is a totally silly insecurity in a place where pretty much anything goes.
So those are my feelings on NYC. I tried being positive, I really did. I guess I’m just not much of a “city girl”, and I’m totally ok with that.
I don’t have to ❤ NY, we can just be friends.