There’s so much mythology about New York, and everyone has their favorite. Of course, the New York that existed in the 70’s and 80’s is long gone. Maybe there’s a hint of the electroclash nineties, but it’s only a smell on a certain day. The current New York is… I have no idea. Some kind of post Sex and The City world where Europeans have bought Williamsburg and Manhattan still has money (how is that?).

But even a slightly confused New York is a better city than most. Really, I love it here. I love the inefficiency of the subway, the way it goes to places no one needs to go but yet there’s no west side Manhattan line. And while the city may be a little more insular, creatively speaking, than it used to be, at least when large amounts of money are not involved, it’s still got a young core rolling the dice and making great work. It has the new media art powerhouse Eyebeam; seeing some of the projects currently going on there is totally exciting. And while Manhattan is mostly a floating world of the rich and their nauseatingly ostentatious display of wealth, Brooklyn still lingers large in the corner, soaking up the young, providing total steals on big apartments. And thanks to some urban design visionaries over a hundred years ago, they’re close to train arteries to pipe them into the monied class of Manhattan and back home again, safely, to their cozy neighborhoods.

All in all, it feels great to be here. Given a choice, I’d still rather be in Europe, but the visa difficulties in living there just were too much for me to work through. And since I was a kid, I sort of always knew I’d end up here. It just happened a little earlier than I expected. I guess I’m home now. (Cue Talking Heads “Home, it’s where I want to be, lift me up and take me there…”).