New York is a more put together me.
New York is a more pulled together me.
New York is the “Goings On About Town” in every issue of the the New Yorker.
New York is the friendly faces and wonderful banter at Secchu Yokota.
New York is where no one pretends to like me, but when I do encounter great hospitality, the spark is so authentic and genuine.
New York is where I have the human interactions that life is all about.
Tokyo is also a more put together me, a more pulled together me.
Tokyo is the charming cute little streets with adorable espresso shops on the corner and fantastic coffee.
Tokyo is the jarring contrast between zen, minimalist decor and barrage of too much information from advertisements to building signs.
Tokyo is the iconic flashing red lights on any building of significant height, blanketing the entire city as you drive in on the Rainbow Bridge from Haneda airport.
Tokyo is the clean, punctual trains.
Why is it that in cities like New York, London, Tokyo, and even the Singapore that I had originally categorized as so sterile…why do I feel so much more alive, with a heightened sense of perception and clarity? Is it because they aren’t home? I don’t think that in and of itself is all there is to it. There are plenty of “away from home” cities that I don’t feel that way about … LA, Chicago, Barcelona, Prague.
Is this sense of “feeling alive” something that should I optimize for?