New York :: An Island Paradise?
Every time I visit Manhattan I always find myself saying “Why don’t I move here?” And generally, it’s pretty much the same thing: There’s too much in process in Washington, D.C. to just up and move. It’s so compact, and vibrant, and there’s always something happening. I was able to go to a poetry reading with great poets on a Monday night—A Monday—and it was great. That just doesn’t happen in DC.
Now while I truly do believe that, I also feel that I’ve basically kept myself in the same place for a sort of fear of actually going somewhere new. It’s really not that easy to move one’s self, one’s career, one’s band, and one’s company in the same fell swoop. Especially when your musical compatriots have no intention of leaving the area.
But I’m pretty much over the District. There’s very little here that excites me anymore (in the sense of an urban environment). It’s not an artistic town; It’s a political town. And it’s built on a swamp. And it’s overflowing with Eurotrash. People can’t drive here. Everything here is about moving up the sociopolitical ladder. It’s misery incarnate with high rents and low class. Artistic areas overrun with Cheesecake Factories. Yuppie heaven.
Now, I know that New York and almost any other city has a similar problem in the sense of gentrification, but for those of you who live outside the black hole inside the DC beltway, am I missing out?