There's No Place Like Home
I spent the holiday weekend in Colorado. We were there for a wedding and my mother-in-law’s 60th birthday. And despite all the fun of the ceremony and seeing loved ones, a weird thing happened.
Monday morning I accompanied my wife and a dear friend of ours to Red Rocks Canyon where the two of them went climbing. (I’ve joined them on previous outings and find that when it comes to rock-climbing, I am, how to put this…a sissy).
As I sat in the full splendor of Colorado, beneath the shadow of Pikes Peak and the towering sandstone monoliths, amidst the majesty of the azure blue sky, the scent of pine, and the rapping of woodpeckers, I was struck by one repeating, consistent thought--I wish I was back in New York City.
I told you it was weird. Unless you're a New Yorker that is...
posted by Brandon at 10:19 PM
9 Comments:
In order to be a "New Yorker" I've heard that you've had to live there a certain number of generations not just a certain number of months.
Vicious lies, started by my enemies in a desperate attempt to smear my name.
Much as Paul and Rebecca love to come and visit I notice a certain anxiousness to get back to NYC - some people take to NYC as a duck takes to water. Welcome to the pond Brandon!!!
A true New Yorker is one who embraces it with all of their life - not one who has merely lived there for generations........
Also I think somebody has to vomit on you on the Q line.
No way, Colorado is the place where I'd rather be. You seem to be to kind hearted to be a New Yorker. i have lived in both. Raised in Los Angeles lived for 25 years(hate it), went to New York City 7 years, Forst 2 years were good, but I like to spend my money on other things then a 2x4 apartment. And the humidity don't even get me started on that. And I like the freedom of a car. I have lived in Oregon, beautiful but rains to much though for me. I moved to Colorado a year ago and I think I have found my final resting place. We have it all here, beauty, peace, weather and nice people.
So what do you miss about New York?
Karyn,
It sounds like our lives have bisected several times over the years. I was born in Oregon, was raised in Colorado, now live in New York, and as a member of the film industry, will probably, at some point, end up in L.A.!
Don’t get me wrong. I am not disparaging Colorado in the least. It is a magnificent state that I adore with my whole heart. I have always very much been a Dr. Jeckel and Mr. Hyde sort of personality—fully at home in an urban environment and fully at home in a rustic environment. But only one at a time. I’ve always been like that, as if all I needed to do was flip a switch.
The truth is a love New York. The architecture, the bustle, the art, the museums, the parks, the restaurants, the plays, the films—it is my kind of town. It fits my personality. I feel like I belong here and am constantly pinching myself that I get to call Manhattan home. My grad school ends with 2007 but I don’t plan on leaving. Yes, the apartment is small, but the experiences are huge! I for one don’t miss my car at all, though, like you, I’d chuck this humidity in a heartbeat if I could!
Fair enough. I'd stay in New York over Los Angeles though. A New Yorker would die in LA. The beauty isn't as half as nice and the worldly experiences are all done in traffic, Oh you absolutly have to have a car in California. The insurance will kill you there. The weather really isn't what it is all cracked up to be. The beaches are dirty and crowded. The film industry I think is far better in NY. Godd Luck with it all.
Couldn't agree more!
I'm so happy for you, Brandon, that you feel so at home in NYC and are able to glean so many of the great things about being there! : ) (and if you'd like to maybe link more with the amazing riches of cultural opportunities given the unique kinds of NYC immigrant communities and attendant experiences, I know Anita would be glad to connect with you on such things--as with anything related to art and ethnic dance and music...)
It's a gift to be able to flourish wherever we find ourselves--one I've seen in you, for sure...
Blessings,
Daria : )
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