It’s true, living or being in another environment which is completely different from what you are familiar, gives you new perspective on everything.
While I was born in one of the 5 boroughs, I was raised and lived a large portion of my life on the Island. Long Island. I don’t like the place much, to be honest, I don’t know too much about the sights. I know I went to school here for 12 years. I know a couple of people here and there. I also know the large amount that migrated to the City. New York City.
Last week was my last week at my first City Job. It was great. I spent the majority of my week (at least 6 days a week) in the Big Apple, the City that Never Sleeps.
I had grown up believing that NYC was a hellhole of base desires and delights (1970s-80s Times Square anyone?). Dirtily alluring. Dangerously attractive. And the people. My god. The muggings, the shoving, the nonchalance on a subway platform. And those drivers? Extended all the way to my town, where, admittedly, there are quite a few transplants from Brooklyn. Four months in the Big Bad City — I LOVE IT. It’s nice though, such a mix of people. That’s what the world is, a mix — not mostly white, not mostly black, yellow, or brown. It’s comforting after being in my little predominantly Brooklynite, predominantly Italian, predominantly Jew neighborhood.
And thank you, most kindly, for reading. =)