NYC March 4, 2012 , originally uploaded by leyaevelyn.

New York City is like bread: comfort food that leaves you wanting more. And makes you feel you don’t need anything else. When I lived here, I thought The City was the center of the world; it should become a separate state, be a country unto itself. Now that I have lived away for almost thirty years, I see it with a tourist’s view. Almost.

Tamar asked me yesterday if I felt nostalgic when we walked around old neighborhoods where we used to live. I’m not sure how to answer that. After years on a secluded lakeside property in Nova Scotia, the activity of NYC is exciting. But I’m not sure I could take it every day, ever again. I’m not nostalgic in a way that would want me to come back here to live. I do have fond memories. In fact, I never thought I would leave. I just did because I could and it was right. Things like that just seem to happen. No regrets.


About leyaevelyn

About thirty years ago, I moved from New York City to rural Nova Scotia. For an artist, it is a good place to live. Spacious and quiet. Despite the beautiful scenery and frequently grey skies, my abstract paintings focus on color, its expressive qualities and how it creates form and space.
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1 Response to Bread

  1. DJ says:

    Insightful thoughts…My former visits to New York would certainly evoke similar opinions. Well said ~
    Hope your head cold symptoms are much improved.

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