Eden? Inferno? What about a middle ground? Something like purgatory. Okay, maybe not that drastic either. In all seriousness I don’t think this a fair question. For someone like me, who has never really left New York for long, judging the place I’ve lived my life thus far isn’t easy. Especially when the choices are so…is strong even the right word?
Eden- New York could be my Eden because it’s so beautiful. Beautifully physically, filled with beautiful people and beautiful opportunities. The amount of people it is possible to bump into in the city is amazing. You can be walking down 5th avenue and trip into Lady Gaga, or even Will Smith. The opportunities is probably my favorite part of New York. There’s always something to do. You can volunteer somewhere or go see art somewhere else. It’s seriously impressive. Also, Macaulay would fit into this rant on opportunities. Without Macaulay I would not have seen half or any of the shows I was allowed to see (for free) through Arts in New York City. The opera, Intringulis, and even meeting Jesse Eisenberg can not compare to the cultural isolation I would have felt had I actually went to Geneseo.
Inferno- The thing about New York is that it’s a perpetual loop of desire. Every one of it’s inhabitants are always wanting more from its already large pool of opportunities. No one here is ever entirely happy with their success or drive for it. Also, this desire also leaks over to the fact that no one ever wishes to leave. If we’re forced to, our desire to return is so strong it almost can’t be overcome. I know that every single time I leave New York for more than a week I miss it’s face paced streets and constant bustle, but when I’m here I can’t stand it.
My feelings are so completely mixed as to whether New York would be my Eden of Inferno. The facts are strong in either direction. I can get lost in the crowd and hate it, or dwell in the crowd and relish the moment. At the moment, I’d consider New York my Eden, but I know that can change in a second.
