In many ways, I feel lost in life. But I suppose it cannot be said that I don't know, at the highest level, what I want out of my existence. Roughly in order, my desires are
And now, where do I find myself, but in one of the great world cities: New York. (I feel a Sinatra song coming on. If I can make it there, I can make it anywhere. It's up to you... etc. etc.) I think it is all here in this city. The question for me is how to find it, and how to afford living here. Currently, I'm in a not-great neighborhood in Brooklyn, but my overall sense of the city is favorable. I think I could live here and get around the city. I didn't see it in my first foray into Manhattan, but when I first walked in Times Square last Saturday, I felt the energy people have told me about, in the lights and the skyscrapers and the teeming crowd. Perhaps my future lies here: a haven, a place to settle and end this lonely nomadic, gypsy flight all over the face of the U.S. My soul requires a home. Could it be you, New York, New York?
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