New York is probably the best city I have ever lived in. I love it there. Even amidst all this turmoil with the global economy, I still feel that there are limitless opportunities in New York. Everyone has a plan “kinda like Nashville with a tan”, but everyone does, everyone is doing something, going somewhere. It’s a kinetic place. It’s alive. Every New Yorker I know all feel this energy in that city. You don’t feel it anywhere else in the world.
And, there is always something to do too… Any night of the week, you can go out and have good time. My latest observation is that Tuesday is now a great night to go out. I have discovered the Griffou and the Jane and all these fun places to congregate and make new friends.
The only problem I find with this magical life we lead, and, I don’t think after 5 years I am a New Yorker but it is my home… But the only problem is that we maybe become a bit selfish. We maybe don’t make the time to do all the things we should do to enrich our lives or have some pause to really think. In all that ‘rattle and hum’ where is the silence? Where is the downtime? ‘Some folks like to get away, from the neighborhood, hop a flight to Miami Beach or Hollywood….’ There are references to the frenzy and the perpetual need to escape New York for our sanity everywhere in popular culture.
We are all but adults in the ultimate candy store… New York. With that said, I will fly across the Atlantic this coming Tuesday for some reality and bitter hard truths in life. We see so many 40-somethings in NYC who held out for the ‘bigger better deal’ (thanks Genevieve)…. When is it time to jump of the crazy train and in the words of the Eagles ‘learn to be still?’
