I’m Beginning to Understand

A lot of super urban people see people from small towns or smaller urban areas as yockles ,slow, dumb.

There is some truth to this. Many people from smaller area are not exposed to wide range of people.

One couple from Wilton gave man $50 in the parking lot of the Hilton after hearing his sad tale only to question their decision moments later.

Born and raised in the San Francisco Bay Area, and a New Yorker for four years u the super urban dweller steps out of his domicile prepared for battle. Your, instinctively aware of the surroundings, you rushes past solicitations for cash,avoid eye contact because that could mean a story or a long sad tale that could ultimately delay to work.

An super urban dweller has to be aggressive This aggressiveness would seem rude in small towns , the alternative could mean missing the bus, train or subway.

Sacramento, is the second smallest metro area that I have lived in… A lot of the people here are refugees from the San Francisco bay area and Los Angeles who move here for the dream of ownership. Home prices here are often two thirds less that it is in many of the coastal cities.

In many cities, boomers are returning to the city core they once abandoned for the suburbs.

For many people who have lived here most of their lives, Sacramento is a cowtown not much here not a real city. Outside Sacramento, the is a buzz, there are many articles being written about Sacramento from San Francisco to Boston they speak well of midtown, the massive trees and the energy. These stories have brought people looking for an slower pace. If you sit and listen in some of the midtown/downtown restaurants you will here accents who have relocated here. into midtown from Philadelphia and New York.

From San Francisco,we settled in the south Natomas section of Sacramento. We like he trees in the area and the location, just north of downtown and near shopping. For the first few years I commuted into downtown San Francisco (88 miles)

One evening, my mini van ran out of gas in the center the communities busiest intersection. I glanced out of my rear view mirror and noticed two men on either side of the van, I convinced that I was going to be robbed…., I prepared my self. Pulling out cash and kicking my wallet under the seat. The gentlemen simply pushed my van out of the intersection and asked me could the take me to get gas.

It took me, six months to allow the Belair bag boys to unload my car. People smile in Sacramento and say hello. People in Sacramento are outraged when the have to stand on a bus or light rail vehicle, pushing is just rude and for some could mean that they will never take public transit again. They don’t have my armor……

Last night, my neighbors were out in the square, they are a common site in the evenings when its cooler, someone brought tortilla chips, someone else when upstairs and brought beer down, another tamales… Despite living downtown, we have a homeless problem, they felt safe.

My family in I lived in the Cow Hollow section of San Francisco, no one outside your building spoke or said hello. In fact one neighbor in my building angerly told me to stop saying hello to him!

In the fourteen years we lived there I knew the name of two people in the neighborhood.

Sometimes I miss being that super urban dweller. As the plane lands at JFK, I instantly transform…my body changes and my vocabulary changes… “get the fuck outta here” “stupid ass fuck” he’s a fuckin moron” “fuck you” I am very aggressive.

Every now and then the Sacramentan I have become, come out, as I marvel at the architecture. Huge mistake as someone try’s to sell me something or tells me about a new religion and would I like to make any donation.

In the four months I have lived in the apartment complex, I know the names of eleven people. People smile and ask me how I’m doing? If I’m coughing they ask what I’m taking for that?

One this day, I am doing laundry, I’m fantasizing about winning the mega million lottery. That’s New York Money, I thought to myself…. enough that I could live in a high rise on the 40th floor.

My daydream was interrupted by my neighbor Keith, who wondered why I was doing my laundry in the heat of the day? Something tells me, in New York Keith would properly pass by me in silence and think idiot!

I’m beginning to understand……

Published by CityFella

Big city fella, Born and Raised in the San Francisco Bay Area. Lived in New York (a part time New Yorker) for three years . I have lived in the Sacramento area since 1993. When I first moved here, I hated it. Initially found the city too conservative for my tastes. A great place to raise children however too few options for adults . The city has grown up, there is much to do here. The city suffers from low self esteem in my opinion, locals have few positive words to say about their hometown. visitors and transplants are amazed at what they find here. From, the grand old homes in Alkali Flats, and the huge trees in midtown, there are many surprises in Sacramento. Theater is alive is this area . And finally ,there is a nightlife... In.downtown midtown, for the young and not so young. My Criticism is with local government. There is a shortage of visionaries in city hall. Sacramento has long relied on the state, feds and real estate for revenue. Like many cities in America,Downtown Sacramento was the hub of activity in the area. as the population moved to the suburbs and retail followed. The city has spent millions to revive downtown. Today less than ten thousand people live downtown. No one at city hall could connect the dots. Population-Retail. Business says Sacramento is challenging and many corporations have chosen to set up operations outside the cities limits. There is vision in the burbs. Sacramento has bones, there are many good pieces here, leaders seem unable or unwilling to put those pieces together into. Rant aside, I love it here. From the trees to the rivers. But its the people here that move me. Sacramento is one of the most integrated cities in America. I find I'm welcome everywhere. The spices work in this city of nearly 500,000 and for the most part these spices blend well together. From Ukrainians to Hispanics and a sizable gay community, all the spices seem to work well here. I frequently travel and occasionally I will venture into a city with huge racial borders, where its unsafe to visit after certain hours. I haven't found it here. I cant imagine living in a community where there is one hue or one spice. I love the big trees, Temple Coffee House, the Alhambra Safeway, Zelda's Pizza, Bicyclist in Midtown, The Mother Lode Saloon, Crest Theater, and the Rivers. I could go on and I might. Sacramento is home.

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