It would be weird if I didn’t love New York City since I’ve been living here for nine years. But I listen to people who are recently contemplating moving out of the city, it’s tiring, they feel swallowed, they are just surviving. It seems to be the theme of this week. Almost everyday I talk to someone that I know, some quite well, some new friends, who are telling me they are leaving New York City within the year. It surprises me, but than I am surprised that I am surprised. I love New York City. I can’t imagine it not in my life, but then again I am a rare human being.
I could leave for a short amount of time, and in fact feel that I need to leave for short periods of time, but when I return I’m just like Dorothory and there is “No Place Like Home.” Someone called me a lifer this week, and yes I think I am.
No doubt, New York is a hard place to live. Sometimes you can feel like you are just surviving and not thriving but luckily I’ve always felt that I thrive here. I have a community of friends, a nice apartment that I call my own, and am lucky in many ways but-the thing I like best about this city happened last night.
Since Everyday is Like Sunday part two is happening (although it looks like I might be really close on a job offer today) I like to take advantage of my random schedule. As a member of the Dramatist Guild I am also a Theatre Development Fun member. I noticed on the TDF boards that FOLLIES starring great Broadway Divas like Bernadette Peters and Elaine Page had discounted tickets. I was going to go by myself but thought perhaps my retired parents may enjoy the adventure. They sure did, and three tickets were bought. I went about my day and landed in Times Square to see a show with some powerhouses, and the folks who gave birth to me.
I couldn’t do this in a small town, or I guess there would be a theatre option, but not something as magical and grand as listening to woman of the stage belt notes I didn’t even know exsisted. So yes, New York, looks like I am a lifer. That doesn’t mean to say if I get into the University of Texas I wouldn’t leave for a bit and come back. No I would, but you have my heart New York, and truth be told, you always have.
Thanks for reading!
Amye
