Since moving to the City, I have become prone to making all kinds of strange and random generalizations about living here. And observations about what I am learning from my time here. JY has on occasion suggested that I unfairly attribute things to this place. His experience here is wildly different from mine.
Perhaps it's not NYC, it's me. Entirely likely.
Some days I find this City heartbreaking and utterly disappointing, at other times unspeakably beautiful and captivating.
The balance between so many attractive and repellent forces continues to hold me in orbit here.
I thought I would leave after 6 months. But I am still here.