THE PLACE DIVERSITY CALLS HOME

Riddle me this: how can you feel such a grand sense of connection to a place where you’ve never lived, nor visited? The place that diversity calls home: New York City.

“I love New York, even though it isn’t mine, the way something has to be, a tree or a street or a house, something, anyway, that belongs to me because I belong to it.” ― Truman Capote

When I have my moments of day dreaming, I often think about what it’s like waking up to noise of the city streets or to the view of Central Park. I picture myself walking the overhauled streets and people watching – is it true that it is the only place where you won’t find a typical human being?

“There is something in the the New York air that makes sleep useless.” ― Simone de Beauvior

What makes this city run the world? What is it about this place that has everybody talking? And why haven’t I yet been? And with all these questions in mind, until I get myself over to NYC, I can at least dress as if I were there.

Sincerely, with bagels and Americano coffee’s,

PRELUDE:

“Chapter 1.
He adored New York City. He idolized it all out of proportion…no, make that: he – he romanticized it all out of proportion. Yeah. To him, no matter what the season was, this was still a town that existed in black and white and pulsated to the great tunes of George Gershwin.’

Uh, no let me start this over.

‘Chapter 1.
He was too romantic about Manhattan, as he was about everything else. He thrived on the hustle bustle of the crowds and the traffic. To him, New York meant beautiful women and street-smart guys who seemed to know all the angles…’.

Ah, corny, too corny for my taste. Can we … can we try and make it more profound?

‘Chapter 1.
He was as tough and romantic as the city he loved.’

I love this.

‘New York was his town, and it always would be.”