|The City & I|
I recently rekindled a love affair with an old flame: My love for New York City. Yes, me and the concrete jungle where dreams are made of. It has been a few years since I’ve been in the big apple and I’ve realized how much I’ve truly missed it. The energy of the city is just live at all times. The last few times I’ve been to NYC, I resided in Brooklyn. But this time, I visited the historic Harlem neighborhood of Manhattan.
I Love Harlem! Just like in many of my Chicago neighborhoods, Harlem has seen extreme gentrification over the last decade or so. Many of the residents can’t reside in the amazing brownstones of Harlem. The brownstones in Harlem are going for upwards of a couple of million dollars! It’s definitely on its way to becoming the Hyde Park of Manhattan.
The trip did more than provide a much-needed getaway from my regular 9-5 life; more importantly, returning to New York forced me to think about the Langston Hughes poem, A Dream Deferred.
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore–
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over–
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
I’ve got big plans for me and that city.
Who knows? The next trip could be permanent.