I just got back from the Canadian Rockies. They're beautiful, pristine and filled with wildlife. You'd think that for me, a person who loves to hike, search out animals, breathe in the pine scented air--that for me, a return to the City would be heavy with regret. But its not!!
The ease with which I hiked around mountains and lakes came from the miles and miles I cover daily in Manhattan. My patience in ferreting out elk and moose was honed birding in Central Park. The pine scented air? Well, that was especially nice, and can be sampled near the Great Lawn in an area called the Pinetum.
OK--New York is definitely not the Canadian Rockies. And in truth, I can't wait to get back. But would I trade it for my home on the Upper West Side? You can't get egg white omelets or bagels and nova in Banff and you can't catch an internationally acclaimed foreign film in Lake Louise. You can't make fun of the tourists in Jasper (you're one of them) and you can't argue politics with a cab driver in Kananaskas.
Vacationing in the Canadian Rockies was wonderful--and so is living in New York. I'm just incalculably lucky to be able to do both.
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