I love to travel! It doesn’t really matter where we are going…I love it! There’s just something about seeing for yourself the places that others call home, isn’t there? Photos just won’t do because I want to touch it, experience it, even smell it. Then I can KNOW.
As I told many of you, we spent the last week in New York City. Of course, we thought we were going to have the chance to see a Triple Crown winner…
…and that did not happen, but we did have a great time experiencing the city.
Of course, I tried to put myself inside the skin of a New Yorker. Here’s what I found:
New York City is called the city that never sleeps for a reason: it doesn’t. In fact, every single time I asked our concierge what time something closed or what time it opened, he looked at me as if I had two heads. “It’s always open,” was the answer I finally came to expect.
I also had to come to the understanding that he just did not know how many times I have looked at the clock and then raced to Brookshires to grab something before it closed.
No, most New Yorkers have not experienced life as we know it, and they are very proud of the fact that “services” as they put it, are always available. Although many asked about our small Texas towns, it was obvious that they couldn’t quite fathom our life out here in the wilderness.
Of course, New Yorkers do have one thing on us: they walk, and they walk! In fact, don’t even try to get a cab if you are going less than several miles because the drivers have no interest in taking you…not enough money in it. No, if you find that you just can’t take another step, your only option is a pedicab, fun, but a little scary at times.
New Yorkers also have a city that is a tribute to triumph…
…as well as tragedy.
And the thing that stood out most to me about the New Yorkers with whom I visited actually had to do with illegal immigrants. New York City is truly a city of immigrants, those who did things correctly, and those who seem to work day and night with an extremely strong work ethic.
These people stand more harshly on illegals than I or any of my friends. These Cubans, Italians, Greek, and Turks had nothing kind to say about what they consider the illegal freeloaders. They also completely surprised me in their very, very vocal criticism of the current administration. In fact, the political discussions that were thrown our way at every turn were very unexpected, interesting, but unexpected.
So what is my final verdict on the Big Apple? I suppose the reviews are mixed. It would be impossible to ignore the history, both good and bad. From Ellis Island, to the tenements, to Grand Central Station, to the Empire State Building and beyond, NYC stands as a testament to possibility, to all that can be accomplished in this country, the place where so many received their start, their chance to start over and begin their lives again. For that, I salute this city of immigrants.
Would I want to live there, work there, fight the horrible, horrible crowds on a daily basis? Good Heavens no! NYC is no place to raise children, no place to teach them the values that most of us here in the South believe are so important.
No, the apple is a place to visit, maybe a place to watch a ball drop (although every New Yorker told us that they had never seen it and NEVER would), a place to find some great ethnic food, and study a little history. It is a wonderful place to see a show, do some shopping, and see another show, but here at Texansunited.com we believe that when it’s all said and done, you will decide that there are plenty of reasons to return to us here in the Lone Star State.
“It’s a great place to visit, but I sure wouldn’t want to live there,” just might apply in this case!