Thursday, July 3, 2008

Catching Grief

It seems many have interpreted my last entry as my being unhappy with New York City, or unhappy with my friends.  Neither could be further from the truth!

First, I have been blessed with an amazing group of friends in NYC.  For the first time in my life, my daily circle of friends has more women than men.  And they are amazing women who bring so much to my life.  In my previous email I was making a general reference to conversations that go on around me.  The friends I am with on a weekly basis most definitely provide the diversity of thought I need.  In fact, they provide it in a very fresh way for me as they have only moved to the US within the last two years from a few different countries.  Hearing their perspective definitely grows my mind in ways that other friends cannot as they have not lived in the US for a number of years.  

I have always said that "everyone and every place has something to offer," and have always had great difficulty comprehending how someone can think otherwise.  A few friends in Cincinnati, Caracas, Rome, Geneva, et al, have made comments of their respective city being a terrible place to live.  My perspective is, sure, it may not be New York City, South Beach Miami, or Alaska, but there is plenty to experience and adventures to be had everywhere!  

... in such situations, I challenge each of us that maybe it's not the place that needs to expand but rather the point of view?

So now, New York City.

I love New York City!

I love the diversity, the many cultures and subcultures, and the sheer energy you feel when you walk out your door.  But come on, no one place (nor one person) is completely void of imperfections.  And the one that has caught me by surprise in New York City is people "tend to" stay in homogeneous circles.

I ponder why, in a city so full of diversity, would one not take full advantage of the accessibility of diversities and explore?  

Fear?  Safety?  Ease?  Indifference?

Regardless of reason, the very idea of living in such a tightly drawn box goes against my very being. 

I don't ever want to miss out on that much life!