I'm almost positive raising my kids in NYC will have an effect on them. I know it's changing me. But are kids just kids? Will they grow up to be whatever they want to be despite the location they were raised?
I was raised in Florida, on a beautiful lake with the occasional manatee and alligator in my backyard. We had a canoe, a hammock and a swimming pool for as long as I can remember. I loved it. I had no complaints, until my teenage years of course. It was then I started to realize I was a city kid. So I sought after the closest city I could find:
Sarasota. I loved
Burns Court Cinema with it's limited parking lot and foreign films. I adored
the museums and dreamt about going to college
here. I found any excuse to go. Even if it was by myself. Sarasota gave me a slice of the city life I was craving.
What about you? As an adult, are you living in a place much like the location you grew up? Or did you move away someplace totally different? How does it measure up? While I did move far away, there's a familiarity and connection I still have with living by water. I do miss that. Right now my view is the back of another building and some sky if you crank you neck hard enough. Oh my so called "sun drenched" apartment. I love it for so many other reasons.
I wonder where my kids will escape, what kind of places they will be drawn to live as they get older. As for me, I can't think of living anywhere else but NYC. Not after a summer like this. And it's not even over yet!