Friday, January 08, 2010

Why I Love New York City

Have you ever been to a place where you can actually feel it in your heart?

A place where when your feet hit the ground, you’re filled with a sense of synchronicity that permeates every fiber in your being?

I have.

I feel that way about New York City.

New York City is place of no middle ground.

It’s a city of extremes.

It either feels like it’s assaulting you with sensory overload, or feels as though you’ve just arrived in heaven; providing you with life-giving breath.

It’s a city that doesn’t give a shit whether you like it or not, because it is what it is. It makes no apologies by saying, “You can either jump in and enjoy the water, or we suggest you try swimming in another pool.”

It will never adapt to you.

You must adapt to it.

Ironically, at first glance it appears to be hard and jagged around the edges. Yet, it has a soft and genuinely kind center. I’ve never seen a city so willing to reach out and help, when help is needed.

It minds its own business, yet at the same time is well-aware of what’s going on around it.

It is truly one of the most misunderstood cities, because it is always being viewed by its surface.

It carries a smile not on its face, but in its heart.

I admire NYC because of its unshakable courage.

You’ll never hear it whine or complain, but rather it finds a solution by pulling itself together and working as a complete unit.

It’s sharp and intelligent.

And no matter what catastrophes have happen to this city, it has the amazing ability to rejuvenate itself; growing another tail like a chameleon.

Now, I don’t mean to paint this city as perfectly flawless.

Because it can be abrupt, manic, direct, impatient, and stranger than a man with three testicles.

But for me that’s all part of its flawless imperfection.

It’s like a raw diamond.

Rough on the outside….but look a little deeper.

I love you New York.

And always will....

Have a flawless weekend everyone!

X

*Photos provided by my New York loving friend, Joanna!