In any relationship, there are ebbs and flows, highs and lows; at least in my world. It’s true for my relationships with people and it’s true for my relationships with places. And as I’ve mentioned before, it’s especially true for New York.
Last weekend, I was in South Bend, Indian visiting Justin and Cherity and my darling niece and nephew (seriously, I’ve missed them so much). While I was there, enjoying the vast amounts of space and the benefits of a car, etc, I wondered what the hell I’m doing living in New York City. And, to be completely honest, I was not very excited to come back Sunday night.
And, as always happens, when I got back to the city I remembered why it is such a fun place to live. And then, on Tuesday, I bought a bicycle. I’ve been thinking about this for a while and just had to save up enough money to get it. I didn’t get to ride it until Thursday, due to weather, but when I did…it was like a whole new world opened to me. Not only that, but I felt like I was 10 again, riding around without a care in the world. It was amazing (and slightly terrifying since you have to ride on the streets here).
And then on Friday night, I rode my bike all the way down to Battery Park along the Hudson (it’s about a six mile ride down) right at sunset. And just like that, I didn’t just like living here, I was in love with this city all over again. Yes, there are sacrifices I make to live here…like being far away from my family and living in a shoebox that is double what my mortgage payment was in Arizona. It is crowded and expensive and dirty and stressful, but there is also no other place in the world like it. Central Park, and the rivers, and the subway, and the museums, and all of the restaurants, and my friends. I won’t stay her forever, but I wouldn’t trade this experience for anything.