New York Magazine has its reasons to love this city, and as I mentioned last week, I love New York for all those reasons too. But I also thought, as I sit here, pining for California, where my sisters will be visiting my parents this weekend and wining in Napa, I should reflect on my own personal reasons for loving New York. And so, I resurrect “the list”:
- Art Deco is lustrous, and everywhere.
- No one does St. Patrick’s Day better (except maybe in Ireland).
- There is a reward for surviving awful winters: incredible springs.
- Even after three years, I get a chill every time I see the Statue of Liberty.
- We can enjoy picturesque landscapes and dance in the streets, all in the same day.
- Fashion Week.
- We know how to celebrate.
- People stop on the street to offer directions, or slow down in the subway to help carry a stroller up the stairs.
- We’re living in, and on, history. And also unearthing it.
- It causes mothers to pick up friends in coffee shops.
New York is a gritty, fast-paced, difficult place. You have to have a lot of determination and a little bit of humor to make it in New York. But that’s what makes surviving it all so satisfying. Additionally, a good portion of New Yorkers are transplants, folks who flocked to New York to follow a dream, whether it was to make it on Broadway, or simply to live in New York. That makes for a very interesting crowd of people, and amid all that grit and determination shines optimism and a whole lot of energy.
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