I spent a few hours on Sunday walking around Nyack with my gentleman. I’m not sure when Nyack went from “That place where everyone I went to high school with hangs out and parties” to “The place I fantasize about living in,” but it’s something that has been on my life for a while. After years of desperately wishing that I lived in New York City, my brain has decided that NYC probably isn’t the place for me. I still have thoughts of East Village life, but then I remember that for a shoebox-sized studio in a fifth floor walk-up, I’d have to pay like two thousand bucks a month for rent AND I would have to give up my car. No thanks.
So, Nyack. Nyack is in Rockland County, where I’ve pretty much spent all of my life. It’s a cute town with an interesting mix of folks. There’s always a band playing or an artist creating something fascinating. There are thrift shops and book stores with books stacked high against the walls. There are lots of one-of-a-kind pieces in various clothing and furniture shops. Good food, great music, and a sweet sense of community, too.
I don’t know what will happen in my life during the next few years, but I’d like to think that there will be some changes soon. Hopefully getting a tiny place that I can share with my dog. It’s close enough to my parents, grandparents, and friends, but still close enough to New York City, so if I need to commute, I can. There’s green space and lots of cool new people to meet. Coffee shops to try out. Places to explore.
It helps that there are tons of festivals, liberals, gays, families, and stoners all in one place, too. (Sadly, they are not pictured here)