When it comes down to it, one of my most fundamental traits is that I'm a sucker for for a lovely sight. In nature, in high-fashion spreads in the New York Times, in museums, on brightly-clad African ladies - I love an interesting aesthetic. I do.
Which, on the theme of Reasons I Love New York, is, well, another reason I love New York. There are just more bright colors, more artistic expression in the way people dress, more interesting signage. There are creative office spaces and vintage flea markets, which, however cheesy or overpriced, certainly provide fodder for one's artistic imagination.
I also love how much people who live here absorb this facet of New York as part of their culture. When I come here, I become instantly more aware of the aesthetic my surroundings, and much more apt to talk about it - what it means to me, how it makes me feel, why I think it's interesting. And my friends here are just as apt to discuss these things at length, conversations I really don't have anywhere else. It's a part of my brain that lies dormant much of the time, as I'm carefully cultivating my more sciency bits.
I guess what I'm saying is that coming to New York reminds me of pieces of myself that I forget about, don't always have time for. And it's nice to be reminded sometimes that those pieces exist.
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