I never thought I would move to NYC in my lifetime. Too big, too noisy, too dirty, too much of... well... everything. However, to my astonishment, I have found too much of everything is just enough for me. I have made this crazy city my home, and now I can't imagine living anywhere else (at least for a while.)
In the process of moving here I discovered Roosevelt Island, a 2-mile long, 800-foot wide strip of land, between Manhattan and Queens. After checking out an apartment building on R.I., The Octagon, I was sold. Living here can be a hassle at times, but I enjoy the separation from the city, the East River currents, the giant barges and tugboats, the extravagant yachts, and the extending, glimmering shoreline of Manhattan.
I think of how it compares to Boston, where I lived for 6 years up until January, and it makes my old Boston life seem like it was routine and static. There is an endless/countless/limitless assortment of things to do and people to meet in NYC. In Boston, it was always the same old thing; in New York, even if I do the same thing everyday, new things discover me. I am learning so much about myself, culture and society from living here. My personal growth in the last 7 months has been something to write home to mom about. New York City is feeding my imagination; inspiration is around every corner here.
**I took this photo from my backyard, on a small boardwalk that extends into the East River across from E 46th St. It shows the shoreline moving along towards Downtown and Brooklyn. The bridge, in the far distance, is the Queensboro Bridge.
