Though the Jazz Age continued it became less and less an affair of youth. The sequel was like a children’s party taken over by the elders.
Recently, a high school classmate came to visit New York City. She’s been living in Europe and this was her first time in Manhattan. Days later, I saw posts on Facebook that a distant cousin was also visiting New York for the first time. She works for an airline company and has seen pretty much the world all over. When I saw their posts on Facebook, all showing the usual spots that are quintessentially New York City in any film setting, I noticed one thing in common: their excitement to be here.
And a sad realization dawned on me: how come I don’t share the same enthusiasm? Why can’t I be like that? Now that I think about it, I don’t remember the last time I was that excited to be in New York. Is it because I live here now? Continue reading