New York
City is a transient city to a large extent. People come to the Big Apple full
of dreams, ambition and wide-eyed excitement. Some are college graduates; eager
to begin their adult lives in the “big city”, completely unaware their
paychecks are probably not going to cover the exorbitant costs of living here.
Artistic types like me flock to the city hoping to get our “big break”, and if
we’re lucky, we either get it or we move on to pursue something equally
satisfying. Some are here for job transfers, some come from other countries and
still others come for an education. There are many reasons people come here,
but what we all have in common is that we want something MORE for ourselves.
And that desire crosses all racial, cultural, and religious boundaries. I mean,
who DOESN’T want more? It makes our city one of the most diverse places I have
ever been. There’s an energy that seems to draw people in. The problem is (if
you see it as a problem that is), not everyone seems to stick around for the
long haul.
This past
week I’ve had to bid farewell to two “creatures” I love, one being of the
four-legged variety, i.e. a dog. Let me tell you how hard it is saying goodbye
to a dog, especially when you are their dog walker. A dog is a permanent baby of the furry kind.
They are eternally innocent and loving, and unlike their human counterparts,
they need you forever. Dogs don’t grow up and they can’t communicate in
conventional terms, though I swear I understand everything my fur babies are trying to say! When you bid farewell to a dog, a
part of you knows there’s a good chance you’ll never see them again. And unlike
a human, there are no phone calls, emailing or texting. As brilliant as I think
dogs are, those modes of communication are just not in their wheelhouse. Dogs
solely communicate by their physical behavior, so you have to be there to see
it.
That’s not
true with humans, but it’s still quite painful to say goodbye. Because as much
as we have options to keep in touch, most of us New Yorkers get so bogged down by
the pace of city life, we completely lose track of time. (Or maybe that’s just
me.) Before you know it, it’s been months since you spoke to that friend you
texted twenty times a day when you both lived in the same city. That said, I’ve
done fairly well at keeping in touch with friends who have departed NYC for
other places and new opportunities. And my bonds with them still remain strong.
But it doesn’t mean it’s easy, and it doesn’t mean a part of me wishes these
wonderful people could have remained physically at my side forever. So saying goodbye to yet another friend who
is pursuing his dreams elsewhere felt like a big blow to my gut. I thought to
myself, “There goes another one.”
And as another friend rides off
into the sunset, that nagging question comes back to me: What is it about me
that stays? The fact that my parents
are both native New Yorkers and have never left might have something to do with
it. Being the Jewish-Italian girl that I am, I must admit moving away
always felt like abandonment. Is it some kind of flaw that I haven’t done
so? Why don’t I strike out in search of thrilling adventures and undiscovered
territories? But then I remember, I HAVE moved… it’s just of a more temporary
nature, i.e. my travels. I’ve traveled. A lot. To England, France, Scotland,
Greece, Italy, Ireland, Canada, Mexico, Puerto Rico and all over the Caribbean.
I’ve sailed the British Virgin Islands, went white water rafting in Costa Rica
and climbed Mount Olympus in Greece. I’ve toured the United States while
playing Tiny Tim in a Christmas Carol. (Wanna hear me say “God bless us
everyone” with a British accent? I didn’t think so.) Suffice it to say, I’ve
done my fair share of seeing this wonderful world and have moved around. Movement is good. Movement is necessary to grow.
But I don’t need to define WHEN those movements take place or HOW long they
last.
And when I consider that I am in
the city where WHAT I WANT TO DO is thriving and ever changing, it gives more
evidence as to why I’m still here. In New York I can audition for Broadway or a
student film. I can write my own material and produce it (and have done so on multiple occasions). The
opportunity to meet newcomers and share experiences and life lessons continues
to inspire me. The trick is to make sure the grind of city life doesn’t burn me
out! It’s always important to maintain a sense of humor when living in NYC. How
else do you survive watching someone pluck his nose hairs on the subway? (Sad,
but true.) Does this mean a permanent move where I build a new home and life
elsewhere is out of the question? Definitely not. But right now, as hard as it
is to say goodbye to those that decide to leave the “big city”, I’m okay with
accepting that this is exactly where I need to be.
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