It is great to be home to my own backyard patio; my own bed and my own trees and lawn.
Our family tour took us to Baltimore, Washington DC and New York City. Although I enjoy the time away I always love returning home. The old saying is right. “There is no place like home.”
When I return from trips I always take time to reflect on things when I return. The thing I can’t get out of my mind is the hustle of New York City. Where are these people going and what are they doing? New York is a giant hustle. People are hustling to get somewhere in more than one way.
They are trying to get somewhere professionally and they are trying to get somewhere by foot, taxi or train. It is called the New York hustle and you see people on every street corner and every tiny shop trying to hustle each and every day. I spoke to my taxi driver from Iraq and he said unfortunately people hustle just to make it another day.
“Most people work here just to pay the bills,” he said. “Maybe they get away for a weekend or two each year but they work to pay the bills.”
I believe him. In a town where a sandwich, fries and a soft drink can cost you $20, it is difficult to get ahead. New York is great culturally but it is a town of the haves and the have nots. Yet, people hustle trying to get that big break. But how far is that middle aged guy going to make it trying to lure people to a deli off the beaten track?
How far is that woman passing out flyers to sell gold going to make it?
The New York hustle is interesting to watch. Yet, I am glad I am not a part of it.