I miss New York a lot. Yes, I dislike many things about NYC.. the high taxes, the disgusting snow, crazy people, JFK airport, etc. But I still miss New York. In a way, I found New York most suited to my personality.
I miss the buzz, the simulation, the clear blue skies, and my afternoons of random wanderings. It was the city that gave me the most opportunities, judge me the least, set me (and my craziness) free. It's the city where I lived my 20s.
I don't think it makes sense to move back to New York. The taxes are far too high and I don't want to be those middle age people still wandering around New York drinking far too much Starbucks. These middle age people then devolved into cranky old people with pets and rent controlled apartments.
Maybe one day I will move back when I retire; to stay in a pied-à-terre and get senior tickets to Lincoln Center movies. Oh how I wish money is not an issue. Then I'll stay in New York perhaps 4 months a year(Spring and Autumn), Singapore for another 4 months. Japan for 2 and miscellaneous other places in Europe for another 2 months.
They say never lived abroad, you will be so torn up inside. Some parts of my soul is in New York. Lost in the museums, trapped in Chinatown supermarkets, scattered on bike paths alongside the West Side Highway. I want to look out my window to see Hester St and spy on the vendors selling flowers and plants out of the trunk of their cars. I want to go to Whole Foods to look at fruits and buy yogurt just because. Grom ice cream on a bench in a park.
I miss New York. I miss the feeling of hope and opportunity in the air. It is the city filled with options and possibilities.. most of which I did not exercise. I miss New York but New York won't miss me.
