December 29: Defining Moment

Prompt: Defining moment. Describe a defining moment or series of events that has affected your life this year.
(Author: Kathryn Fitzmaurice — The Year the Swallows Came Early — @KFitzmaurice)

Okay, you’re SO sick of this. But seeing New York City was a defining moment. I’d wanted to go there since I was 12, and seeing it 24 years later definitely made an impact. I’m glad that I had my Chicago experience behind me, because it let me be there without worry or fear, for the most part. Cities and I are made for each other. The only thing is it changed my perception. Every time I’ve come home from a vacation, I couldn’t have been more happy to see the outline of the city; the grids of lights making up the city I love. To come in closer, and see the skyscrapers lit up; my lit up lovelies, waiting for my return.

But this time, I came home and I was struck by how spread out everything was — this almost looked like the very small bit of time I had in Brooklyn. I was on Western Avenue, looking at all the shops and chain stores and fast food restaurants and you would have thought I was in the suburbs by the way it all made me feel. I had been smitten by Manhattan and it was going to be a long time before I was going to not be infatuated.

When people talk about NYC now, I am happy that I can say I’ve been there, but the very next thing out of my mouth is how I want to go back as soon as possible. I definitely long for the streets and sights and sounds of New York City — I don’t know if I’m destined to live there or not, but the idea of it sure sounds fine.

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