Take Two

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Excellent article today from the New York Times on people who move to the city and are either assimilated or broken.  As readers of this blog know, I do a significant amount of time in New York from my first trip last year to the most recent one a couple weeks ago, I have visited the city 13 times in the last eighteen months.  Side note- I’m going to be back there on September 8-10 and have already made great restaurant reservations.

The story notes that with each subject, there was a moment when they discovered that New York either was or wasn’t for them.  For most, it was when they discovered they had “gone native” for lack of a better term.  For me, that moment was in November (which was my sixth or seventh trip).  I noticed that I didn’t need the subway map, wasn’t worried about hailing a cab, and could give directions to tourists.  I also noted that my pace went up, my manner went down, and I needed to chill a little when I got back to the great middle west.  If you’ve every gone to New York, you will agree that it operates on a completely different tempo from any other city.  Like my former pastor Scotty Teets says, I love it and hate it at the same time.  I can’t wait to leave and can’t wait to get back.  Yep, that pretty much sums it up.

If it’s possible to be a mid-western New Yorker, that would be me.