Imperfect and wonderful

While at work this weekend, some random fellow came into the cafe wearing a New York shirt. This wasn't your average touristy type shirt, so I thought he might actually be from the city. Turns out he wasn't; turns out he's not too fond of the city, turns out he wonders why anyone would ever want to live there. "It's not a perfect city, ya know." This was not meant to be a question but a fact. I assured him that I was aware of this surprising new development and I told him our basic reasons--we want to live, work and raise a family in a city that offers so much diversity, cultural exposure, and wonder. I cannot wait; he was less than convinced. 

 

It has never dawned on me to look for a perfect city. Silly me. I've just been looking for a place to work, live, laugh and love....all that pursuit of happiness hoopla.  If there were a perfect city, I'd screw it up once I signed the lease. Sorry about your luck, New York, but we're on our way.

Life's not perfect, cities aren't perfect, relationships aren't perfect, people aren't perfect...this I know full well. But we're human and this is the human experience and even with all of it's dark spots and miseries it can become something beautiful. It's not a perfect city, ya know. Yeah, I know, but thanks for reminding me and renewing my excitement, because it's soon be our imperfect city...or perhaps better yet, we'll be its imperfect dwellers.