I remember when I lived and worked in LA and people would be out from New York on business I would think, "How glamourous. They actually LIVE in New York. What must that be like?" Well, now I know. I have lived here for 3 years. And it is like living anywhere else in some respects and like nowhere else in others: there is laundry, grocery shopping, and the gym. Except here everything is much harder and more expensive! But, no matter, I love it. And then I forget and I just exist in it.
Whenever I feel like I am taking living here for granted I put my ipod on RANDOM, make life into a musical and go. This morning I was heading to the subway for work listening to Sinead O'Connor and I passed by St. Vincent's Hospital. This hospital is now sadly closed due to bankruptcy and will be more luxury housing. It almost seems ironic, if it weren't so shameful. Anyway, I don't want to kill my buzz here. But as I was passing and the snow was gently falling I recalled how this very place took in Titanic survivors, 911 survivors and was one of the first major AIDS hospitals in the world. It was humbling and moving.
I alighted at 50th Street and just as Madonna's Vogue started I walked across the street to behold bright and shiny Times Square. Lately I have had nothing but disdain for this gaudy, tourist-infested tourist trap, but this morning thanks to Madonna I was empowered and inspired by it.
It all boils down to perspective. New York is either a crowded, expensive, filthy, crime-ridden dump or it is a bright, exciting, never to be outdone metropolis of possibility. Or both. I choose today to be in love.