Three years ago when I first moved to Mumbai for my two year stay there, I remember writing a post that compared that city to the big apple.  Today, I can call it my highly romanticized post. I was looking at Mumbai with rose colored glasses (because I needed to). Definitely.

I also recall the period in my life a few years before that when I was thinking about the distant future quite seriously and after a couple of decades of living in small town, USA (in the south no less), I decided that I was going to retire in New York City. I was going to live right there in the middle of Manhattan in my twilight years so I could feel its energy and have a completely contrasting life experience.

After that brief period of craziness (in other words, every one I knew told me I was crazy), I abandoned that dream.  

Now, well I am not so sure it was that crazy of an idea.

Last week, I spent a bit of time in “the city” after a long, long while. Granted it was for a very special occasion, but now I still have New York on my mind.

I can tell you with complete confidence that there is not a single, other city in the world anything like it. Nothing compares. Nothing.

Its energy is pulsating, palpable. It’s a living, breathing, dancing being. That’s what it is.

There is so much to do, people to watch, lots to see, loads to experience!

My time in New York on this recent trip was all too brief.

But it has me thinking. I do believe that I need to revisit my period of craziness after all.

(Anthony Weiner notwithstanding,) New York, New York – you simply rock!

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Statue of Liberty: By Kadellar (Own work) [CC-BY-SA-3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons