I spoke with a prospective director yesterday. She started by telling me that she was a native New Yorker, in other words, been there, done that. I grew up in Western Canada, think Montana, Kansas, Iowa: back yards, easy parking, Saturdays at The Mall. More happens in 2 short blocks in this city than in 5 long weeks where I grew up.
Talking with this intense, very smart, New Yorker was an example of culture clash and the sort of beautiful symphony that can come out of that.
She scared me and she most definitely challenged me. Our styles couldn't be more different, but I am almost fluent in New York now, and I don't take things as personally as I used to. This town teaches you to speak up for yourself and apologize less, which is exceptional for a Canadian like me.
Ultimately our visions weren't aligned and she's not Ms. Right, but I am grateful for the connection we made. I have some new ideas on how to approach this piece for the 'been there, done that' crowd. I'm working on it anyway.
Thank you New York, for the beauty born of your native soil and for the transplants like me, that you lovingly nurture in your particular New York way.