Addicted to Gotham
It all began with my first visit, June of 1997. I had never before experienced the level of rapture that I did on that adventure. When the greyhound bus began to approach Manhattan I had the rare experience of an incredible sense of size being out of proportion. This huge wonderland of steel, stone and glass gleamed in the early afternoon sun. The Jersey shoreline seemed as dwarfed by the mammoth island.
I soon adopted the city and lived there for several years. In this time I learned many things, especially how to deal with people and situations. When you live in a small city you are not afforded the opportunity to interact with as many people, and thus can miss out on valuable life lessons.
Upon my many return visits to Manhattan, I have encountered individuals who describe my fascination with New York as the "New York bug". To me a "bug" is a disease and thus this is an inappropriate metaphor for my circumstance. I do not view my love for NYC as a disease, but rather a continuing enchantment with a city that has captured my heart, mind and imagination.
The lessons I have learned in New York are invaluable to me and have even prepred me for life in my current city of residence, New Orleans.