April 9, 2022
5 Minutes

A Goodbye Letter To The Best City In The World

To the best city in the world:

As my time in New York City draws to a close, I find myself reflecting on my time in the concrete jungle. It certainly was not an easy time, but it was one hell of a ride.

"New York is made up of millions of different people, and they all come here looking for something."

I arrived at the Big Apple in late October 2019 to move in with my then girlfriend, now wife. I still remember those first few months like it was yesterday. The streets glittered and the skyscrapers were imposing. I felt myself taken aback by the intensity of the city. People darting to and from. I was lost but it was magnificent. I felt at home, but not at peace.

I landed a sweet gig with Cognizant Softvision in December 2019 and remembered all the kind greetings I got at the Hudson Yards office. It really did start to feel like a new chapter in my life had begun.

Then of course, my luck ran out.

To start off the new decade, I fell off a ski lift and shattered my knee while visiting family in Colorado.

So I headed back to the city, limping on crutches, in one of the fastest paced places on earth. Just great.

It started out as a quiet panic amongst my wife and her family. Being immigrants from China, her parents had family on the mainland and were monitoring the situation in Wuhan closely. I scoffed off concerns at first. After all, it was way over there. It could never happen here....right?

But it did, and it swept in fast.

Slowly the city started shutting down, then all of a sudden all the world began collapsing. "Two weeks. Shelter in place for two weeks" was blaring from every TV and news station. I had to say goodbye to my team that I had just met 3 months prior. Suddenly everyone went from smiling faces in person to tired expressions behind a screen.

"The city that never sleeps, did"

There will be people who said that the city was dead quiet during the height of Covid. Those people are wrong. What they leave out are the ambulances sirens blaring all night long. Each siren was just a reminder to all of us that another person had been lost.

At 7pm each day the city would erupt into cheers for our front line workers. Then the Blue Angels flew over the East River is a display of solidarity for the city. Then the U.S.N.S Comfort super carrier docked on the Hudson.

For a period of two weeks, it really did feel like the world united. Two scary but truly peaceful, quiet weeks. I'll always cherish that time.

But even though we all were apart, the city still kept us all together.

It's been a hard two years, but slowly the city came back to life. The cars started honking again. People yelling at each other on the subway. $1 Pizza Shops opening back up. But something felt different.

"The world had changed, and so did I."

I just no longer see the city in the same light. All I know of the city were the harsh lockdowns and the darting eyes people would make when I coughed. The city is back, but I wasn't ready. And maybe I'll never be.

This is why I am bidding you farewell, at least for now. It's time for me to move on and spend some time with family in Colorado. I need some time to capture some of the spark that was lost these past two years. But I know you'll be here, shining brightly like you always do.

I'll certainly miss the bagels