my complicated relationship with nyc

New York City is the treats-you-like-crap, never calls back, splits the bill boyfriend you just can’t seem to shake. It’s dirty, it’s rough, it’s questionably safe and it’s sardine can crowded. But there’s nothing like it, and nothing makes you feel quite so alive. It’s good to feel like an ant sometimes, with the whole world buzzing around you like a kind of virtual reality game you can’t control.

There’s undeniable magic in this city.  It starves monotony. There’s so much to do, to see, to eat, to experience. It’s a world in its own self – a weird ecosystem, somehow working in harmony through chaos, like the L train at 8:40 on a Monday morning.

This place was never on my radar. If you’d ask me about NYC as a freshman in college, my answer would probably be “hell no.” But an open mind and a little convincing (ok – a lot of convincing) got me here to pursue my career. I can’t say I “couldn’t be happier”, because Bora Bora still exists. But I’m here, I’m optimistic, and I’m making the most of my daily calories. Hello, $1 pizza slices. I’ve come back for you.