goodbye/ hello to all that - by Lyndsey Kong
Restlessness. A white noise constantly hummed in the background. I don’t know when exactly Alex and I both knew, how the realization sank in - perhaps it happened slowly, and then all at once. It’s time for us to leave the city. Share I so wanted to like New York. For one, how could I possibly not like a city with this much arts and culture? Moreover, New York is the only place I’ve lived in where people constantly solicit my opinion of it, usually expecting a certain answer: it is the greatest city on earth. It’s everything one can possibly want and dream of. New York or nowhere. So many people here proudly proclaim all this. Not liking the city is non-consensus and socially unacceptable. Hence, I tried in earnest to trace the origin of our malaise here. Perhaps we were doomed from the beginning – both Alex’s and my parents spent their 20s in New York in the early 90s and detested the city so much they’re hardly willing to come visit us now. Alex’s parents settled in sunny Los Angeles
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