Post 1454, Day 174 of 2015
- 1,635 days since I started this blog -
- 1,635 days since I started this blog -
I was talking with a friend yesterday, and mentioned I was setting a personal record for absence from New York City. He gave me a typical Upstate NY reply: "Good. You're better off."
I didn't extend the conversation with a reply more than a smile. People have different reactions to New York City, but it will always be home to me, and I always think about it affectionately.
Thanks to my parents, both Brooklyn-born, I was given a culture-lover's view of NYC (which I will be calling 'the City' henceforth). I was introduced to the City's cultural glory as a child: Museums, theater, music. Few of my friends, no matter where they were from, enjoyed as diverse and rich a cultural life as I did.
In fact, among my friends growing up, I spent much more time in clubs, theaters, bars, galleries and museums than almost any of my friends, and became the go-to guy or organizer for a lot of the cultural outings (high- and low-brow) from my mid-teens on.
I was also lucky enough to have a few friends who, while not as eclectic, introduce me to their individual cultural preferences, filling in gaps left by my parents' lack of interest in late-2oth Century popular music: Rock, soul, r&b, folk, blues, modern jazz.
Early on, beginning about age seven, I'd take a bus and subway to Manhattan from Queens and visit the NY Public Library, the Donnell library, the East- and West-side museums, specialty stores (I was into photography, stamps and music), and what events I knew about that had any appeal. It was allowed for kids to do stuff on their own back then.
Of course, I would get lost, but a phone call to my father, who had excellent knowledge of the City's geography and knew the transit system very well, would get me back on track, and roaming all over the City. By the time I was ten years old, I had traveled to all five boroughs on my own.
All these experiences growing up gave me a deep appreciation for the City. Lack of any negative incident (getting lost was the worst of it), and the wonderful feeling of independence my explorations gave me, brought me nothing but real appreciation and, dare I say it, love for the City of New York.
In my late twenties, when I moved out of the City to work for IBM in Duchess County (a decision made in part by its location within sixty miles of Times Square), I came back to the City almost weekly. When I moved six hundred miles away to North Carolina, I came back for visits at least three times a year, and usually more.
I only know a few people who took as much advantage of the City's cultural resources as I did.
Now, when I haven't visited in over seven months - longer than I've ever stayed away before, by months(!) - I miss it. It isn't that I turn a blind eye to the things that can make life there so difficult, I don't. But, as a visitor, non-resident, just the familiar side of tourist, most of those things don't affect me.
I miss New York. I have to come in soon - I'm thinking mid-July, after my regular birthday visit to Joan in a little over a week.
Yeah, that's the ticket.
Previous Weight (6/22): 210.2 lbs
Day Net Loss/Gain: - 1.0 lbs
Diet Comment
We begin the regular post-weekend move to lose the weekend's weight gain.Diet Comment
Skipped.
Lunch
Roasted turkey breast chopped salad: shaved Parmesan cheese, baby kale, baby spinach, chard, cole slaw mix and balsamic vinaigrette. |
A Quest bar.
Dinner
Pepperoni and cheese and a Quest bar.
Snack
A Quest bar.
Liquid Intake
4 Espressos; Water: 116+ oz.
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Fantasy. You are assuming that You, Joan, NYC and everything else that you have "known" in the past will be here in some non-existent future that exists only in your thought.
ReplyDelete- LightLoveCompassion -
I disagree. Well, not about it being a fantasy, but about what you think are my assumptions. I don't think I assume anything when I think about the past. And I don't think I am stuck there, halluccinating a non-existent future based on my memories - I don't assume anything will be the same in the future. That's what makes a contemplated trip worth taking. Most of my memory landmarks are changed, repurposed and just plain gone. That's fine with me. I am very much in the 'now' when I hang in New York City. That's part of its attraction.
ReplyDeletemy point is that thinking about past or future takes one's attention out of the present. It is the opposite of being in the here and now, paying attention to what is real and happening now (a dynamic process, like Life itself).
Delete- LightLoveCompassion -
Just like our mutual motto - Breathe and Pay Attention
DeleteLight Love Compassion
I understand. I do not spend all my time in the 'Now'. I am neither disciplined nor detached enough to do it. Still living in the material world, I take comfort in contemplating, or fantasizing if you will, about good things that have been, and good things to come. I issue no prophecies about the future, and don't believe that what happened in the past is a good indicator. But relationships - my friends and family in New York City, in this case - and recalled information about how we've interacted, give me some basis for making short-term plans to enjoy their company again. When I don't see or speak with the people I love, I get a yearning to correct that. Such is the case now, and the reason I am looking backwards and forwards. Attachment? Yes. I can live with it, until I can't, and I'm not there now, not there yet.
ReplyDeletei love you and only want the best for you. my previous posts were meant as reminders. i am not judging you as i am the same as you with the same struggles. i'm not sure how fantasizing is comforting, but i am sure that there are innumerable paths in life and that they all have the same destination. So - different strokes for different folks...
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