For me, New York City living is a pendulum that consistently swings from “can’t live with” to “can’t live without.”
CAN’T LIVE WITH
The rat race.
The dating scene.
51st Street stop on the 6/E trains.
Starbucks and 7-Eleven on every corner.
CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT
The cute dogs of Chelsea & the West Village.
The Flatiron fitness scene.
Hudson River Park
Nail salons and bodegas open 24/7 on every corner.
Which leads me to the question that I always come back to in conversation with both myself and others: “Where else would I go??” My family is here, my friends are here, my blog is based here.
I’m exactly a month out from my birthday, a time when I typically come down with a mild to medium case of birthday blues. But, this year, I’m just saying no. Why?
Well, for one thing, I’m a fighter. I was born a preemie, so I pretty much had no choice, beginning with my actual birthday. I embrace the fact that if you look up, you’ll see better. And, if you look down, you’ll find worse. Plus, you never know what happens in other people’s lives behind closed doors. So, I take everything from elevator chit chat to social media posts with a grain of salt. In other words, I try my best to be content with the good things in life that are real, here and now.
So, with a new baby in our family, a hunky boyfriend by my side and having just seen Katy Perry’s amazingly inspirational show at Barclays, I’m riding that ever-elusive happiness wave all the way through to the end.