By Eilene Rogers
New York, “the big apple,” the big city, “the city that never sleeps.” They say “If you can make there, you can make it anywhere.” Well I made it there. Now, I guess the rest of the world is just wide open for me. I had a love affair with that city and the definition of it for me came in the form of a man. After I got there, he pushed me away, leaving me alone in the big city to redefine it for myself.
And boy did I!
I experienced a lot on those crowded, yet lonely streets. I was driven around, pushed around, pulled around, shoved around and downright dragged around. I was hit on, spilled on, stepped on and led on. Yet I always came up with my “horns high.”
Yes, the city can be rough and annoying, and the people could be straight up rude at times.
They say that city can chew up and spit out a small town girl like myself but whoever said that… didn’t know me.
I have seen a softer side to New York. It’s the East River at the end of my street, staring out over the water at the Brooklyn Bridge, Ellis Island, the Statue of Liberty and the Empire State Building. It’s not just that though. It’s the beautiful antique buildings in the neighborhood I lived in, the historic district, otherwise known as Brooklyn Heights. It was watching the fireworks burst behind the Empire State Building from the top of a penthouse, on 4th of July.
New York is so many things to so many people. But what made it best for me? I was in it. I wasn’t just in it though. I was a part of it. It consumed me and devoured me. No matter where I go for the rest of my life, a part of me will always remain there, whether I like it or not.
You see the man I spoke of earlier, the one who forced me out on my own. He took a big chunk out of my heart and he will never leave New York, not for anyone.
Now, as I go out on my own into the big cruel world to see other places and do other things, I’ll always remember, a part of me remains in N.Y. It’s a piece of me I can never get back.