Living in New York City is not for the faint of heart. It is a hard city, a busy city, a wonderful and stressful city. It's the city that taught me so much about what I want out of life, who I am, what I like and don't like. It taught me to be more assertive and to advocate for myself. I'm glad I had the opportunity to live there, and am sad that I left, but I know that it was the right decision at the time, given the circumstances.
From my apartment in Brooklyn, I could walk to shops, restaurants, nail salons, grocery stores, at least 3 bus stops and several subway stations, all within about 30 minutes. If I were feeling particularly ambitious, I could walk to DUMBO (Down Under the Manhattan Bridge Overpass) (about 1.5 miles) or into Manhattan, crossing the Brooklyn Bridge, something I did several times. One of the things I used to do when I lived in Brooklyn, was to hop on the subway and getting off at Washington Square Park or the Financial District or another neighborhood and walk around, just seeing what there is to see. Sometimes, I would just walk around my immediate neighborhood and I would always see something new. During the COVID lockdowns, I found an old brick wall with a wrought iron fence attached to the top. Along with this was an old magnolia tree. The combination against a blue sky made my afternoon.
I've come to realize that living somewhere like Los Angeles, with it's mild climate and nearly constant sunny skies is not for me. I miss things like thunder storms, changing seasons (that are more noticeable). I miss the changing of the seasons, winter becoming spring, spring becoming summer, summer to autumn and autumn to winter. January starts out bitter cold, then February see more snow. Towards the end of February, as the sun starts to warm the days to above freezing, the maple sap starts to run and sugar makers start to boil the sap into syrup and other yummy treats. Once the nights start to stay above freezing and the sap stops running, other signs of spring start to emerge, like snow drops and crocuses. There really isn't much of a noticeable change in the seasons here in Los Angeles. Yes, there are seasonal flowers that bloom like the Magnolias, cherry trees, wisteria, but there aren't the ones I'm used to and I miss that. The most noticeable changing of the seasons is when the rains turn the chapparal on the hills green and then as the rains dissipate and spring becomes summer, the hills go back to brown until the next rainy season.
I loved spring in New York, especially in Central Park and the one time I accidentally visited Greenwood Cemetery (I was trying to get to Prospect Park, but took a wrong turn). Seeing the snowdrops blooming, often surrounded by snow or the crocuses bringing the first touch or color against an otherwise brown landscape. Then, as it gets warmer, the yellow and white daffodils bloom, followed by the tulips, forsythia, magnolias, and other spring flowers. It's so pretty when you visit the city at this time of year. It gives one a feeling of hope. Before the Loeb Boathouse closed (it looks like it reopened after undergoing renovations in 2024), at this time, there would be lots of people renting boats and enjoying the spring weather.
There are places within Central Park that are so isolated and unique that it makes you feel like you're alone in the world and somewhere NOT in the middle of the biggest city in the country. I would often walk through the lower end of the park after work, just to relax a little before going home. I worked just a few blocks from there, so it made it easier to enjoy the park before going home or to see a movie. Even in the winter, I would walk in the snow or rain just because I could. It was one of the best ways I could get out of my head.
While life in Brooklyn was expensive and challenging, there were also many free and discounted things to do and volunteer opportunities available. My first year there, I attended the Pride March (it will not be considered a parade until everyone is equal) which was so much fun. The following year, I was able to march as a volunteer with Gods Love, We Deliver (https://www.glwd.org/). Through Barefoot Wine & Bubbly and the Surfrider Foundation (https://www.surfrider.org/), I participated in several beach clean ups in the Rockaways that culminated at a local restaurant for food and once, a concert featuring Vanessa Carlton. I was able to attending one of the Mostly Mozart events at Lincoln Center, a concert at Carnegie Hall and other events at very discounted rates, either through websites, social media or my NYC Id. When the Obergefell decision came down from the Supreme Court, I was able to volunteer with at the Freedom to Marry party celebrating the rights of gays and lesbians to legally marry nationwide. At this party, I got to hear then Vice President Joe Biden speak and see Carly Rae Jepson perform. By purchasing their new book, I was able to meet Martha Stewart, Tim McGraw and Ricky Martin.
I loved being close to many other major cities, like Boston or Washington and being a few hours bus ride from my parent's house in Vermont. I could hop on a flight and be in Bangor, Maine in under 2 hours, be in Cancun in 6 or Paris. There were so many more options for mass and public transportation, from the buses and subway to Metro North to the Long Island Railroad (LIRR). Getting around the area was so much easier (even WITH all of the issues with the MTA) than it was in LA.
That's not to say that life in either city is easy or not complicated. It is, often far more than necessary. In Brooklyn, we had great roommates, until we didn't and then we had this issue and that issue until we finally had to move out. Our second apartment was always cold. The colder the winter day, the colder the apartment, even with the heat on and a space heater in our bedroom. My first room after leaving a shared apartment with a good friend was a bust. I moved in in October, but by December had to move already (through no fault of my own). I hated the neighborhood, but liked my room well enough. The last place I was in Brooklyn before leaving the city was in a great neighborhood, but was a run down apartment with many issues. I hated how crappy it was, but loved how accessible it was to everything I needed.
My only place in LA was awful. I didn't have kitchen access really and had to share a dorm sized fridge with 2 other roommates. I couldn't control the heat or air conditioning, they had several more dogs than they admitted to and didn't clean up after them. I was not at all sorry to finally leave there.
Would I ever go back to either NYC or LA? To visit, I would absolutely go back to both. To live, I'd consider NYC if it weren't so expensive.



















































