I am rediscovering New York and falling in love with it over again. Now, come to think of it, I'm not sure whether I ever in fact was in love with it before. I moved here when I was 17, coerced. My first reaction to NY was that I didn't like it. It scared the hell out of me. But I was running away from my demons in Finland and decided to take the leap anyway... Not surprisingly, within a year, my demons followed me here.
Throughout the years, my fondness for New York grew. It has been a fun-loving friend with all of it's bars, restaurants, clubs and shopping. But that was pretty much all I was concentrating on for a long time. And that experience became exhausting to me within the last couple of years. Like humans, this city has layers. And those layers I had yet to discover.
I had to reinvent my relationship with the city. I had to claim it for myself; to understand why the heck I'm still here after all these years. And there is a reason--beyond the nightlife!
It is Prospect Park. It is Central Park. It is the Rose Center, MoMA, The Metropolitan Museum of Art, hotdogs, Brooklyn Bandshell, outdoor movies in Bryant Park, the subway, the cafes, the people! I'm experiencing it all now, and making sure that I keep doing that, to keep this love going. This is my personal experience, and it has very little to do with my love for any man that lives in this city. I love the city itself. And I'm loving myself for living in it so well.