5 reasons why i want to live in nyc
Here’s a list which I mulled over when we were considering moving to New York for A.’s school (which has been postponed, if not canceled, because of several reasons that are A.’s, not mine to tell). These are the reasons why I both dream about going there and dread going as a tourist who spends a week there, wastes loads of money, and ends up seeing hardly any of these things:
1. The culture — what I wouldn’t give to be able to go to the Met (both museum and opera), the MoMA, Cooper-Hewitt, and many other places. Not, to reiterate, as a tourist, breathlessly, once, but slowly and surely over weeks or months or even years. Of course, it’s all quite different when you live in a city and the mundane reality may numb the desire to see and absorb all, but it’s still a city of immense cultural opportunities and I believe myself capable of remembering that.
2. The style — design and architecture are very dear to me, and New York is rich in both and more. There is so much to absorb, be inspired by, and learn. And after, there’s an abundance of ways to apply all this inspiration: the shopping, the people to meet, the gorgeous houses to live and work in (I admit, I’ve been browsing Craigslist for places to rent, and even the cheap ones have character).
3. The nature — Central Park and the other parks and gardens are one, and all the water is two. The city I was born and raised in is very green and stands on two rivers, so any city that has nature so intertwined with it is after my own heart. An urbanistic heart it may be, concrete-loving and mesmerized by roads, but it still knows the value of green and blue.
4. The food — even living here I know a dozen things I’d like to taste and a couple dozen places to taste them at. From treats on wheels to lovely cafes, to farmers’ markets for the days when we wouldn’t want to eat out — and I do believe there are more than four vegetarian/vegan places (like here), so we wouldn’t need to fish around a menu for something without fish in, as it were — or meat, or cheese, or eggs.
5. The opportunities — I know all about the unemployment, the outrageous rent, the crime, and the ruthless competition, but at least there are places to look for something to do, and places that need people, as opposed to here, where the few young people still unclaimed by Ireland and Germany delight at the offer of a management job in a building supplies chain store, run like a sweatshop. Besides, I can read and spell very well if I say so myself, and that gives me an edge over many people.
Granted, all this probably goes for at least several other large cities (London, Barcelona, and Paris come to mind), the list reeks of naivete which borders on the infantile (who can afford living in that city anymore?), and it’s probably silly to be so keen on a place I’ve only seen in movies and read about in books, but then a place that has so many movies and books about it is bound to be at least partly true to its reputation.