this weekend, the weekend of 9/11, marked my first anniversary in nyc. knowing that anything i could think to do on that day would be sorely insignificant, i decided to just do new york things: find a great cup of coffee, walk through the park, take a taxi down the westside highway. nothing special, really, just the tiny, beautiful things that mark life here.
i don't know what it was like ten years ago, or even before, but i do know what it's like to be here now. new york is at once gritty and stunning, difficult and encouraging. it's always lively, always interesting. there is a place for every style and idea here. it has challenged me and forced me to grow in ways i might not yet recognize, and in ways i suspect i'll never be able to say.
i was an 8th grader sitting in south carolina history class on that ten years ago morning, quite removed from new york city and the magnitude of people and place and life. doing my little life here for a full year now, though, has helped fill in the missing bits of the picture. i both can and can't imagine it all.
oh, new york. i am so very glad i came to stay.