Okay, it’s beautiful in the San Francisco Bay these days, but it’s also the end of summer, and I haven’t gotten a big trip in. I was daydreaming about what that trip would be and remembered a holiday my mother took a couple of years ago. If I were going to steal somebody else’s travel memories, I’d steal these. My mom’s friend and fellow schoolteacher, Nancy, decided to go to New York City for a summer, sublet a place, and pretend to be an artist in New York for a couple of months. My mom got inspired and joined in for a few weeks.
New York Holidays are always worth writing home about, but this was above and beyond. Unlike my sight-seeing fueled New York vacation, Nancy settled in as though she were home. She learned her neighborhood, found favorite out-of-the-way cafes, sampled markets. She bought groceries, used laundry mats, chatted with old ladies on the subway. And because Nancy’s an artist, she toured NYC’s art scene like a fiend. Galleries, museums, funky art shows–Nancy checked them out. She also makes jewelry, so she found shops to supply her and markets to sell her wares. And she dabbled in world-class art classes.
My mom jumped into this with a huge smile. She enjoyed all Nancy’s faux-insider knowledge. But more than that, she went fabric shopping. My mother loves to sew, and New York gave her a chance to tour the world via fabric. She bought up quirky polka dots cotton prints, raw silk remnants, imported textiles, flea markets finds and boutique-y clothe. And then she bought another suitcase.
“If I lived here, I’d just sew all the time,” she said. “I’d spend all my money.”
Nancy felt the same way about art and art supplies. But I think you could do that anything in New York. It has everything you need to indulge your dreams, whatever your passion might be. Foodies or sports fans, literary geeks or club kids, fashionistas or activists. Whatever you love, New York lets you dive into it big time.
I love my life here, but I wouldn’t mind a semi-extended stay in New York. It’s not that I want to live there. I just want to pretend I do.