I love the amazing New York skyline. Looking east from the Time Warner Center
at Columbus Circle.
I love the public art of Ballerina Hippo, who greets me upon exiting the subway at West 65th Street.
I also love the flowers in infinite bouquets at my local markets.
I moved to New York in 1975 and expected to stay just a few years. I had a job in publishing, a teeny apartment and a few friends from college. New York, you were too big for me, too crowded for me and too noisy for me -- but I fell in love with you. I didn't expect to, but I did. I came to see that your noise and size reflected your energy and excitement, even in some of the darkest times I've lived here. When people ask me why I stayed here I usually reply "I made friends and got jobs." All true, but I made friends and got jobs in a city I loved.
New York, we've been together over forty years now. There's a little less excitement, but I like our calmer and easier relationship. I don't miss the subway at rush hour and I love lingering over coffee and the New York Times in a newly discovered coffee shop even more than I liked late nights listening to piano music thirty years ago. Despite your quirks, you were just so easy to love.
If anyone is keeping track of my A to Z Blogging Challenge posts, you will notice that "H" is missing. It's not for any lack of interest in Hamilton, but I've gone a little overboard with photographs and need a little more editing time. There will be an H, though our next post will most like be J.
As ever, thanks for visiting and wishes for a bright and beautiful Easter weekend!