Posted on May 30th, 2017
Ian and I spent an extended Memorial Day Weekend with my family in New York City, and it was my first trip back since the emotionally fraught Christmas visit. Following Thursday’s monsoon, the weather improved, and we enjoyed tons of city walking and even a little al fresco dining.
I think it is natural when visiting any place to picture yourself living there, and to assess whether that sounds appealing. I left my year living in Manhattan feeling grateful to have had the experience, but pretty happy to escape the lifestyle. Experiencing it now through the eyes of my parents, I have to be totally honest and say that the city doesn’t feel like home to me, but I have so much respect and appreciation for the way they have opened themselves to this chapter.** My dad has his favorite sidewalk fruit stands; my mom gives directions to tourists who look bewildered. Their positivity and enthusiasm seems to be infectious, and this past weekend I felt new appreciation for the city, too.
It bears little resemblance to my childhood upbringing, but I’m beginning to see that (hopefully!) anywhere I can have fun with my family and see them being happy can feel like home in time.
**Everyone is adjusting well except for our dog, Gracie. Please let us know if you have any recommendations for puppy psychiatrists in New York 😉