Home, Sweet Silicon Valley
This week I got the chance to spend a couple of days in New York City for a blogging event. I was determined to go, even though it meant I had to move heaven and earth to get my in-laws to fly over from England to take care of the kids (okay, they were planning to visit anyway, but I did ask them to schedule their trip to coincide with mine), because, well, it was flattering to be invited, blogging events are always fun, I got to try out the hottest toys of the season — and the event was held in New York City.
If there was ever a person who would walk around wearing an I Heart NYC shirt, it would be me. I don't know what it is about the place. I have never lived in New York City, I don't pretend to be an insider, but it has always been my favorite city in the whole world. I suppose I've been preconditioned to love it by all the magazines and movies, which always seem to depict New York as a glamorous, exciting place to be, and by my dad, who lived and trained there as a medical resident in the mid-sixties and frequently talks about how much he loved it.
Whatever the case, every time I land at JFK airport, every time the city skyline comes into view, I feel a rush of excitement. Just walking the streets of New York is fun; when I'm surrounded by masses of people striding along, I feel energized and alive. When I eat at a good restaurant, I feel elegant and stylish as the people around me. When I eat from a sidewalk cart or at a local dive, I feel like a local in-the-know (with apologies to the true NYC locals, of course; I told you New York works its magic on me). I always leave hoping I get to return soon, and wondering why I've never lived there, and whether it's too late to move.
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