New York, my adopted home….
My folks escaped the cold Chicago weather to marry and settle in Southern California. So admittedly, I'm a weather wuss. But I fell in love with the energy of New York City while on vacation here in my 20s, and vowed to make it my home. It took a few years, but I made it. I still feel like a tourist much of the time, especially while navigating the subways or registering shock at all the locked counters where makeup and shampoo are kept.
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Now, I'm starting to feel like I belong here…. witness my escalating cynicism. Nora Ephron said it best: "Now matter how cynical I get, I can't keep up." My willingness to kvetch at an offhand invitation. Mostly, I've come to understand the special combination of grit-toughness and kindness-heart found here every day, among friends, neighbors and even strangers on the street. On the intro page are a few highlights observed here since I've adopted New York City, or maybe it's adopted me.
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