I LOVE NY

There are many, many days that I lose track of the wonder that is New York City.

Last night, while sitting in Central Park at the Delacort Theatre watching an odd production of The Bacchae, a breeze blew through the audience. It caressed and cooled my cheek and sent me briefly into the deep part of my mind where I store the memories of all the things that I love. And what did it pluck from my personal Pensieve for me to observe? My love of the city - my love of that moment. My love of sitting in the landmark of Central Park, watching remarkable actors perform a Greek tragedy. I felt immersed in a memory, which was in fact just reality, as I looked up and around and realized what an amazing life I have. Where else in the world??? These are not average actors; these are incredibly gifted actors doing incredibly challenging work for almost no money. And they do it for the challenge and for the prestige.* I love New York City.

I often dream of a house with a yard for a garden and a grill and a big tree for climbing.

I often dream of driving myself to work.

I often dream of a garage to store my bike and my drill and to use to accumulate more tools to do work on my house.

I cannot have those things in Manhattan; it's just not built that way. But when I finally am able to obtain them, I will miss living inside this incredibly vibrant city. I will miss walking through Central Park to the farmer's market on the West Side. I will miss living inside the biggest theatre town in the US.

I love New York.

*(Amazing that theatre is now considered prestigious, after studying its historical roots.)