I’m incredibly spoiled. I grew up in the greatest city in the world. Whether you agree with this fact or not is entirely up to you. Everyone is entitled to my opinion on my blog! 😀 But seriously, New York City is an amazing, wonderful place. It will always be home. So why don’t I live there? Well, for starters, there’s not a whole lot in the field of rocket science in the most populated city in the United States. And I couldn’t do my current job there. And there are too many people. SO. MANY. PEOPLE. And noise! It’s what makes it home and I’m not complaining about it. You don’t even notice the noise after a while and most people are so absorbed in their own lives that you don’t really notice them either. The last time I was there, I asked a cashier how her day was going and she looked at me like I had 12 heads. That’s my city that I love.
New Yorkers get this rap that we’re rude and fast and don’t care about anyone. We’re not that rude. We just don’t take part in a lot of the pleasantries that the rest of the country does. It’s just different. When I lived in Germany, one of my friends asked me if it was true that English speakers ask how you are doing without really wanting to know. I was confused by the question. She elaborated, saying her English teacher told them that English speakers always ask “How are you?” but don’t wait for a response. It’s true. We use it more of a greeting as you would hello. In that regard, though, non-native English speakers think we’re the ones being rude. It’s the same thing in New York for the most part. Not always. But could you imagine if we stopped to talk to EVERYONE we ran into. You would never get anywhere.
Fast is debatable. My father is one of the slowest people I know. And he’s been there a hell of a lot longer than I have. He CAN be quick with some things. But he’s pretty slow by most standards. No offense, Dad – love you! Anyway, I’m digressing. I started this post because a friend of mine is thinking of moving to another city. I’m probably a terrible person to talk to about moving: I’ve had 12 different addresses in the past 8 years. But she made a comment about being bored in a new city. It made me think. Most of my friends from NY are still living there. Actually, I’m struggling to think of any of them that aren’t at the moment. A lot of them stayed for school and then found a job there or are still studying or whatever.
So the prospect of moving is daunting because it’s all you know if you haven’t ventured out. And to most of us city kids, EVERYWHERE else is boring. Because what is there to do in suburbia when you’ve lived in the non-stop, world famous New York for your entire life? But having been to the middle of nowhere and back again, there’s SO much more than what’s enclosed in the 305 square miles that is NYC. I’ve found something in every city I’ve been to, from the sheer beauty of nature or history of a region or the food or even the people! I know that’s shocking to hear from me.
As I think about settling down in my newest home (it’s been like a month and a half now), I am frustrated and excited about it. Moving all the time has kept me from getting bored in one place. Quite the contrary, I find I’m there for long enough to find the things I want to do and check out and not long enough to do everything I want. Like vacation. There’s ALWAYS more to see. If you’re doing it right, at least. At the same time, finding new people and new places is fun and awesome, but you can miss your old routines and people and the environment you created for yourself. For me, it keeps me engaged. It’s not for everyone, that’s for sure. Some days I’m not even sure it IS for me. But then I find out I’m moving. Again. And the excitement rushed back in. Explore. Find the hole in the wall place and the random, crazy person that makes the day that much better, and the secluded spot that you can go and relax and think about life. And then when you go back to visit, you have all the benefits of being a local and a tourist. And that is wonderful.