Born and bred in Central New York. Home of roughly 60,000 people, and the place where the average snowfall per year is roughly 95 inches. It rests nestled next to the Mohawk River, in New York State and even has it's own stop on the Amtrak system at Union Station. Some of the perks of living there include accessibility to a local brewery Saranac and it's daily events as well as serving as a home for a branch of Lockheed Martin. I like to call it my small wonder, and others call it their second chance city. A place where many immigrants come to have their chance and piece at an amazing slice of life, and possibly a great piece of pizza.
Some cynics of the area call it the bottomless pit and black hole of central New york. A place where you get sucked in and can never get out of. They feel that it is a place that slowly sucks the life out of you until there is nothing left and you are stuck wallowing in the depths of self pity hoping that there will be something to pull you out of it before you die. Then somehow you crawl out of the depths and make some sort of measly existence for yourself and swear that one day you will "get out of central new york!"
I don't understand these people. It's a pathetic little place on the surface, and I get that, but it's relatively safe when you think about it, and the people for the most part are really nice. Then there are the events that the community put on and plenty of things to keep you busy. I really love the place and find that I can figure out something that I like that is going on every weekend there easier than I could find things going on in New Jersey, or Maryland. Philadelphia was a different story, but I think going back to Utica is slowly opening my eyes. I like small corners of the world. Slightly dirty and in need of improvement, but unique just the same. I can't wait to live in a place full of suck character!
(above picture is of Union Station in Utica, NY taken by a good friend of my family, Gayle Coveny.)
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