This may sound absolutely horrible to some people, but I will go ahead and say it. I’m known for being a straight shooter. Which these days has both good and bad connotations. And, is often associated with being a New Yorker. Which, I proudly am. More than proudly, actually. I’m quite boastful. I even taught my son to sing New York’s praises everywhere he goes. Once in Los Angeles someone asked him where he was born and he answered “Manhattan. The greatest place on earth.” I was so proud. I have gone on to tell him that sometimes people don’t appreciate such a brag. We are now working on how to humblebrag. But onwards to the topic on hand.
I am someone who has lived in 18 cities. No. Wait. Make that 20 cities. I shock myself. I have owned a house in the suburbs. I have owned a house in an urban environment. They both bring challenging and wonderful spaces.
Right at this very time, I split my time between an urban city and a suburb. And, I’m happy about that. I like a hustle and bustle. I like a 7/11 at my corner that I can walk to in order to get Twinkies at any time of the day. Well, I actually don’t eat twinkies. But you get what I mean. I like being able to walk on sidewalks and to shop. I can’t stand malls. And, even less so nowadays. It amazes me that the very people who find cities too crowded are perfectly at home at a large enclosed space with hundreds of people walking around with large bags and uncontrollable kids.
Now. I also like the fact that a nature preserve is directly behind my suburban home and beautiful creatures come down the hill. I like that the movie theaters are big and that you are less likely to hear noisy neighbors.
To each his or her own, I suppose. I’m just happy I get to have both. For now. Although, I will always be a city girl. I feel just as comfortable in Tokyo versus Hong Kong, versus Berlin, versus London versus Melbourne. A city can be mesmirizing and a cultural experience. And, I will leave that thought there.