Showing someone else my city reminds me how much I love it. As you all know, I've been winging a lot about moving -- should I have stayed in Vegas? Should I have never moved there in the first place? But Michael was here this weekend and I showed him around the Theater District and Times Square, the West Village and little bit of Chelsea. Which was fun because I never do that anymore. When I was younger and the city was somewhat exotic to me (my mom didn't know I took the subway into the East Village after school and hung out with squatters and burn outs -- she thought I was at choir practice, tee hee) I used to wander around for hours. Now I go where I'm going and come back home.
It is a beautiful city. Talking to Michael, I've come to the conclusion that I might not be done with Vegas or the West Coast. I don't think New York is permanent for me -- I think I have to try something else before I get too old and boring. But it's fabulous to be from here and I owe Michael a big "thank you" for helping me remember that. Even when I'm yelling "Let's go already" because the number 1 express is moving at the speed of molasses and the tourists getting off the train in front of me can't seem to remember that they are bipedal organisms capable of forward motion. Yelling because the people in front of you aren't moving fast enough is all part of being a Nu Yawka.
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