I found myself at a quintessential New York City event, one that I
attended on my own over twenty years ago and that I attend these days
with my kids. Along the way, in the crowds of strangers (because that's
how quintessential New York City events are), I encountered people from
assorted parts of my life here. Despite being a very large place, New
York can feel oddly small sometimes.
When I attended the event all those years ago, it was with the thought
that I wouldn't be in the city long, so I'd better make the most of it.
Now, over twenty years later, still here, it is just one of a number of
things that make the city home. It is seeing someone you know just about
everywhere. It is deciding to go somewhere and simply hopping a bus or
the ankle express to get there. It is feeling a part of something, even
when you are just part of a crowd. It is not having to look far to find
creativity and art and performance. It is being able to share a
twenty-something year old memory with people who are making new memories
of their own.
I can't say if I will be a New Yorker forever, but today, it felt a lot like my very big, very small town.
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