So, here I am returning to the center of the universe & I feel like I’m from another planet. Why is it that every time I come home to NYC I feel like a kid in a candy store? Then I begin to doubt myself, did I loose my swagger? Am I gonna still fit in? Am I still hip? Do I know the 411? Can I survive the big bad city?
You bet your ass I can... I'm home, damn it!
My swagger & confidence pick up as I feel the wheels of our plane touch down. I immediately have a grin on my face. Curbside at the airport, gypsy cab drivers approach me & I tell them, no thanks... I know where I'm going. I can spot a con when I see one, so don't play me, I'm a native New Yorker. We're now in a legit yellow cab headed to NYC & I start to see the tall buildings & bright lights getting closer. My heart beats faster as I start to feel alive & smile. In fact, I feel like a grinning idiot seeing the big city for the first time.
I may live in the Suburbs for now, but it always feels so good to be home in NYC. Dorothy sure knew what she was talking about when she said "there's no place like home". That was the name plate we had on our apartment door in NYC & it's still in my wallet... near my heart. I totally agree with Ed Koch (former NYC Mayor) who said "Have you ever lived in the suburbs? It's sterile. It's nothing. It's wasting your life."
The big bad city? Not at all!!! And for those that say it, they’ve obviously never lived here. This is home & it's the center of the universe to me. I love it & I thank God that He didn't rest on the 7th day.