One of my favorite places to walk is in NYC. The city always shapeshifts and its inhabitants delight the eye and captivate my imagination. The first big city I ever lived in was London. I often felt like a shadow passing through people’s lives because I didn’t build any lasting relationships there. But I did develop a taste for urban dwelling.
A philosophical bobby I met during one of my explorations quoted Dr. Johnson to me: “When you’re tired of London, you’re tired of life.”
I think the actual aphorism is a little different than that, but I switched it in my head to be about NYC (and other locales) ever since. When I lived in the city and longed to leave it, I eventually realized the problem was within me, not my address. Once I stopped being tired of my life, the city sparkled. Sometimes of course, a move is exactly what is needed, and that time did come.
Even though I’m now a suburbanite, NYC is a salve for my soul. It is totally worth my time to spend hours simply observing. My daughter puts on her sturdy shoes when we go; she has learned the hard way that flip-flops are no fun when mom is cruising.
We recently spent a glorious sunset strolling the extended High Line in my old neighborhood, Chelsea. Although the tourists have discovered it, if you love the city too, it’s a walk like no other.
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