Pitiful, this city of New York. I expected Constantinople, Baghdad before the Mongols. Rome. Oh. Those were cities. This is a factory. A machine.
— The Strain.
I’ve never been the biggest fan of New York City. Having grown up in a really big city (which had more than its fair share of big city problems) I’ve been attracted to smaller, out-of-the-way settings. My first four years in the United States were spent at Lafayette College in Easton, PA and the second four at Cornell University in Ithaca, NY.
However, as time goes by, I find myself increasingly attracted to the city. I’ve been ending up there increasingly regularly, either as a stepping stone, or as a destination itself. The last few times I was there, I even found myself wondering if I could see myself living there long term, at least for a few years, in the not-too-distant future. The answer to that is a very strong “maybe”, but I wouldn’t be too surprised if that were to change to a “yes” in a few years’ time.
There is much to recommend New York City, the food, the culture, the tall buildings and bright lights, the Fifth Avenue displays during the holidays, Central Park. But for me personally, it is perhaps the only place in the world where I can see friends from high school, college and graduate school, and make new ones, all in a few days’ time. Indeed, if New York were not this unexpected nexus of various parts of my life (and the people involved) I would be far less drawn to it. Philadelphia, another large, though oddly more comfortable, city, would be a far second.
I spent the better part of five days in New York City in between Christmas and New Year’s Eve. One of those days was spent in the hustle and bustle, the strangling crowds of Times Square and Rockefeller Center, and that required the next day to be spent in the low-key comfort of a Brooklyn coffee shop, and I was glad to make my escape from New York well before the madness of New Year’s Eve descended. In those days, I ate, I drank, I made merry, I talked about startups and distributed systems and Bitcoin and financial programming languages. I watched the new Star Wars, nerded out over it, thought it was too close to A New Hope, and was delighted by Emo Kylo Ren, perhaps a bit too much. All in all, I had a good time. I came back sick in body, but refreshed in mind and soul.
But at the end of all that, it’s good to come back to home in snowy, cold, middle-of-nowhere Ithaca, NY. For me, New York City is a great place to visit, but I wouldn’t want to live there (just yet).