Friday, September 12, 2014

11211 Love

Williamsburg, 2014

When we came back from Maine, I had a few weeks of feeling seriously malaise-y about our return to city life.

I had this pervasive, grumpy sense of 'What is the point of living here?' I think it had something to do with feeling so suddenly nature-starved and noticing all the grit and grime everywhere. Man, New York is dirty and expensive and hard. Midtown is the worst! You kind of look at the tourists, grinning madly under the Radio City Music Hall sign and think, 'what's the big deal?'

I'm not being especially articulate about it, but it's obviously a challenging place to choose to live. In late summer, especially, when everyone has just some back from somewhere wholesome and amazing, you feel the thud of reality hitting.

Really, it is an insane place to's expensive not just because the actual cost of living is expensive, but because of all the shortcuts and small comforts you grasp onto to make living in a tough place just a little bit easier.

But in the last few days my irrational, hopeless love for the place has been coming back to me. I'm exploring again. Maybe it's the season? Last night we sat out on our porch looking out at the sky, thinking how lucky we are to be here!

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