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5 February 2011 12 Comments

This is a guest post from Pas de Deux series contributor Christina Fields

It began with a whirlwind, ten-hour rendezvous but I never imagined on that day, sitting on a hard plastic seat, rolling down commuter train tracks that the course of my life would be changed by that visit.

The train came to a stop with a screech like fingernails on a chalkboard. I shuddered for a moment. One part nervous and two parts giddy, my stride off the platform and up those stairs skipped every other step. Reaching the top of the steep incline, I was instantly smitten. I stepped onto the sidewalk and took it all in. The awe could not be contained as my breath leapt from my body, ran ahead and left me behind.

It was April Fool’s Day. Spring was stepping out from winter’s shadow. Hazy skies were replaced by baby blue and tiny olive colored tips peeked from the branches of trees everywhere. The cold ground welcomed softness with shades of lavender, rose and lemon in a dance with the warming sun. This was the day I would see a glimpse of spring in my life and a long awaited break in my own personal winter.

I fell in love with a city that day.

I fell in love with brownstones on quiet streets and small children playing jacks on their steps.
I fell in love with candy and shoe and perfume advertisements stretching several stories high.
I fell in love with people of all races and ethnicities and with the way they dressed and spoke.
I fell in love with finely decorated apartments occupied by diplomats who left the curtains open.
I fell in love with the progress of constant movement and the tranquility of empty streets.
I fell in love with bakeries and delis as well as under lit bars and old Irish pubs.
I fell in love with flashing lights and neon lights and streetlights.
I fell in love with walking on sidewalks along waterways.
I fell in love with bridges and tunnels and buses and underground trains.

It offers strength from believing that anything is possible and it gives support from experiencing the miracles it has seen.

New York City SkylineIts presence challenges me to dream big and never give up no matter how dark the day may get.

It stops to gather every hurting soul around its feet and sits in tears with each broken heart.

It throws a full tilt party to celebrate beauty on a stage, on a sky scraping building or a hidden rooftop.

The face welcomes the successful and downtrodden with the same chance to be exactly who they are.

The heartbeat finds rhythm in sirens and horns as well as footsteps and baby carriages.

The voice giggles loudly in amusement, speaks sternly when someone is trying to get away from truth and tenderly when only a gentle truth will do.

The hands work tirelessly to protect those that find shelter in its space. There is no idle time for the one who is willing to give its all.

The feet carry valuable souls a few blocks, across town, beyond the water, or out into the rest of the world without hesitating in the heat and rain and snow and wind.

The lips kiss the foreigner and the native alike in a lavish display of affection without discrimination.

The eyes look longingly on the unique magnificence of Brooklyn, Queens, Manhattan, Staten Island, and The Bronx.

New York stole my heart ten years ago. It was fast and fiercely strong. It began in passion but has grown to deep respect and appreciation.  On that day, I promised that I would spend time in the city at least once each year, until I was able to move close enough to visit anytime I wanted. It took me 5 years to rally my courage and finances but I did it. I moved my life 1,100 miles to be close to the only city I have ever truly loved.

Photo Credit: Creative Commons – plastAnka

Pas de Deux Contributor – Christina Fields

Christina Fields lives in Connecticut while she falls more in love with New York. Recently given the gift of being laid off from business analysis, she enjoys more of the things she loves like writing, running, exploring new cities, and learning to blog. You can also find her on Facebook.

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  • http://Jamaicanmeditations.blogspot.com Alex

    Thanks for resurrecting that longing for a walk in Times Square. I spent four and half years there, and have rarely heard it described in such a deeply affectionate way! Now I am yearning for a return visit. Thanks for sharing Christina!

    • http://christinafields.blogspot.com Christina

      Although it holds a different kind of beauty in the winter, I can’t wait for the return of spring in the city. Come back for a visit as quick as you can. I’m glad you can relate.

  • http://gradtao.com Alex

    Ah. You’ve so beautifully captured love for the city. Really, any city that pulls at out heartstrings. For me it is San Francisco and Glasgow and Rome. But New York is so magical. Great essay.

    • http://christinafields.blogspot.com Christina

      I didn’t know what it meant to love a city until New York but it’s a dimension to life that I think everyone should experience. I’m glad that you have more than one to love. Thanks for sharing.

    • http://www.opheliaswebb.com Elisa Doucette

      I love cities that make you feel so alive and part of them. Though it isn’t far, mine is Boston. I drive over the Tobin bridge, terrified as it sways in the breeze (seriously, what concrete bridge sways?!?!) or step off the train in South Station. The bricks and the skyscrapers. The rugged shouts from boys from Southie and the quaint coffee shops in Cambridge. Sitting on a bridge by the disgusting Charles River and trying to come up for air in the craziness of Yawkey Way and Fenway Park.

      I visit Boston and I feel like I’m coming home. I should probably do something about that at some point…

      • http://christinafields.blogspot.com Christina

        Elisa – Sounds like Boston is your weakness. Love it.

  • http://stagonastithalassa.blogspot.com Roxanne

    I will dare say it out loud: I did not instantly love New York when we first met. Your post conveyed love to me – the kind of love that makes me want to set foot on its sidewalks again. Thank you.

    • http://christinafields.blogspot.com Christina

      I know it’s not for everyone but I hope you give it a chance again. Thanks for seeing it from my view.

  • Andrea

    You are amazing. You’re writing is amazing. Thank you for sharing! <3 I need to go to New York!

    • http://christinafields.blogspot.com Christina

      Thank you. Yes, you do need to visit.

  • http://www.frenchchristmas.typepad.com Noel

    I really love how you dug into the details of the city, the little nooks and crannies that get overlooked in the gloss of the lights and sky scrapers. It’s these little details in a city or a song or a person where love takes root and grows.

  • Jen

    This is amazing. You are amazing. I love you! :o)