Next month, I celebrate four years in New York City.
It’s a very happy anniversary for me.
I started planning my move to Manhattan when I was nine years old. I wanted to bring the entire family here. I figured I would help defray the significantly higher living expenses by acting on TV. I even practiced by getting really dirty in our backyard vegetable garden and doing Tide and Cheer commercials in the living room. “Hot. Warm. Cold. All-tempa Cheer.”
My Mom was a great audience.
As it turned out, I was a great deal older than nine when I made New York City my home…but I did make it. And when I travel, people often ask about the difficulty of living in a city with the 9/11 tragedy in its past and future terrorist activity almost a future certainty.
I’ll admit, I don’t think about it on a daily basis. And the recent Times Square bomb attempt — and subsequent scare yesterday — made me realize that, even when it happens, I don’t focus on it. I hear it about it on the news. Read about it online. Chat about it with a neighbor. But it doesn’t affect my day-to-day life in my neighborhood (unless it snarls traffic).
It’s like one of my favorite quotes from the tearjerker “Steel Magnolias”: “I’d rather have three minutes of wonderful than a lifetime of nothing special.”
If I only get three minutes, I’ll take my mine in Manhattan.