Here I am, stepping into a new decade in the city I once only dreamed about as a kid.
New York, forever glamorized by Hollywood, making kids everywhere want to be a part of it.
But if you grew up here, maybe the thrill fades, and you start dreaming of tropical beaches and the “simpler life” I grew up with. The paradox of desire.
For me, New York has always been the ultimate goal — the energy, the people, the hustle and bustle. 🏙️ Every visit only deepened my love for this place.
But now, on my fifth trip, I realize… maybe I don’t actually want to live here as much as I thought.
Maybe it’s because I’ve traveled more and seen the rest. Maybe it’s the allure of other cities with more space, a slower pace, or just a different rhythm. After all, what’s “better” depends on what you’re looking for. Is it career? Experience? Family? Room to breathe?
When I lived in Montreal, I appreciated the city more when I had a bit of luxury. I had autonomy, space, and convenience — everything within walking or biking distance, no need for a car or the subway grind. 🚲 Even when I was visiting NYC, I found myself itching to go home to Montreal’s quieter comforts.
Maybe that’s it. I prefer to live where I can exceed my baseline and feel like more than “average.” I used to judge someone who said they didn’t want to feel “average” in a city, but now… I get it. I want more than just fitting in.
I want space, comfort, a touch of luxury — because with that, I can think, create, breathe. Once you’ve tasted a certain quality of life, it’s hard to go back.
Until I can achieve that in NYC, I’d prefer to be where I can find “luxury” in other cities for now.
Haha, I’ll see you again, NYC. 💋 Bye for now!
