Today marks my 4 month anniversary with the Big Apple. I am what the wise - and slightly annoying - Suze Orman would describe as young, fabulous, and broke. I have seen and experienced a lot over the last few months and a lot of the sage advice I was given by my friends before the move has come in handy. A few observations as I look back on my time here... OK, let’s face it...New York, you are kind of an a-hole. You are what my friend Nicole deems as “hard livin’.” And, I will say – after this summer – I would have to agree with her.
There is a rodent/pest problem and Bedbugs are no longer just a figment from childhood stories. No one recycles. People act like they do, but they lie. It stinks. I constantly get whiffs of puke and trash (thanks for the heads up N). The humidity single handedly caused decline of bangs this summer, and I will always hold that against NY. Thunderstorms in the summer are confusing. I am exhausted. It is loud and crowded all the time. I work late and rarely get a straight 4 hours of sleep. There is construction everywhere and I never understand what is being fixed, it never changes. Getting cross town to meet a friend is terribly inconvenient. You subsequently lose friends on the weekends based on location. People don’t necessarily feed off my overly optimistic personality. Lotta “glass half empty” types. I am broke. I haven’t had a decent burrito since I got here. I was uncomfortably hot this summer and am soon to be unbearably cold this winter. I had to buy an umbrella. And if you know me, you know how I feel about umbrellas.
Now with all of that being said - I would not change a thing and here is why...
You can wear whatever you want and look trendy. No, really...I have been known to couple some very interesting patterns. My impatience has hit a new level here and I love that people embrace that. There are parks everywhere – and each one has it’s own summer celebration. I got to see a John Lennon 70th Birthday tribute in Central Park. The Subway – you never know what you are going to get when the doors shut. There are 8 million people here, but for some reason it still feels like a small town. The Food – I have never eaten as well as I have the last 4 months. Tummy is thankful, waist line has mixed feelings. Brunch, it’s just awesome. Walking across the Brooklyn Bridge. Best part? What is waiting for you on the other side...Grimaldi’s and wine. The fact that I can say bodega here. I can walk everywhere. I haven’t driven in months. Convenience. Everything is delivered. Everything is open. Always. Last Call - 4 AM (that’s a biggie). Cabs – more so the fact that I can actually get one. No two neighborhoods look or feel the same. And whatever feels like “home” to you – there is a neighborhood to make you feel settled. Walking down the West Side Highway and ending up with a bucket of beers with friends at the Frying Pan. Everyone here is from everywhere else making NYC a vibrant, diverse and accepting place. Fashion Week was amazing. ALL of my visitors. The skyline. The Highline. I got to go to the US Open on Saturday and watch it on a big screen in Bryant Park on Sunday. Everyone in NYC has a story and is here for their own reason, looking for something or someone – and that is inspiring. $3 Tall cans on the Staten Island Ferry. I can eat out of carts. I can go to a bar and play bingo with Tranny’s and in the same night see a jazz band next door. Everyone in the NYC Sugar office that have made me feel at home. The people watching is priceless. Museums & their cocktail parties (oh, and the amazing exhibits – from bamboo to human bodies to impressionism to dinos). Did I say the food already?
When I stop for a minute to take a look around – I know there is no place I’d rather be. You are a mixed bag, New York. But, I guess I have always enjoyed a little bit of imperfection in a relationship...keeps it interesting. And, well, I guess that is why I love you, you salty old dog.
Next up? Ali: City By the Bay VS. The Big Apple - revisited.