Confessions Of An Expat

Recently people have been asking me if I miss NYC. To be completely honest I hardly think of NYC. Maybe it's because I've only been gone for about 2 months, maybe it's because I'm too busy absorbing Tokyo, or maybe it's because I know I'll be back eventually. Whatever the reason, the city itself rarely crosses my mind nor do I miss it. What I miss are the people, the friends, family, and coworkers that I've known for years. Many of my memories of these people were made in NYC, but the city itself doesn't hold a direct sentimental connection to me. Sometimes I get flashbacks of things I used to do in NYC like driving on the FDR or the belt with my music turned up and just enjoying the ride, or of hanging out with friends at a favorite spot, but those are few and far between.

NYC is great in many ways, but if you stay there long enough the grind will begin to get to you. I have to thank the big apple for all the memories it has provided over the years, for the prosperity that I was able to enjoy, and for the endless events and venues that made my life interesting. For now, though, I'll continue to admire NYC from a distance.

Labels: New York City