I’ve probably been to New York more times since moving to Sweden than to my native Los Angeles. One year, I had the opportunity to work in New York on four separate occasions, including one gig for the United Nations.
My very first visit to New York was in 1986. I was on my way to L.A. and spent a couple of weeks visiting a friend in Queens. I’ve been returning regularly ever since. In one way or another, New York is the blue print for just about every other modern metropolis in the world. The food, culture and people in New York make it an almost irresistible place to visit as often as possible.
While I’d love to spend a few moths there some day, I don’t actually think I would want to live in New York permanently. At least not on Manhattan where the day-to-day intensity seems to be a bit overwhelming. At least for me. Interestingly, I’ve never been to Washington D.C. though I have planned on visiting the capital many times whilst in New York. And I suppose that not having fulfilled those plans is a testament to how hard it is to leave New York once you’ve landed at JFK or Newark airports.