I wrote this post in the Fall of 2017. I’m pretty sure it was September. I have no idea why I didn’t post it then, but after re-reading this a year later, I feel like it’s something that I needed to hear. Maybe you need to hear it too…
New York City…leaves me speechless.
I cannot even think of a word that can truly encapsulate the magic that radiates off of the streets, the buildings, the taxis and most importantly, the people.
I was running an errand for my supervisor the other day – shipping some “Husband Shirts” at UPS – and on my walk back to the office I just couldn’t stop smiling. The people around me probably thought I was insane, but really I was just overwhelmed with happiness and hope and inspiration. Walking through crowds of business men, tourists, models and homeless people, I just couldn’t shake the feeling that this is where dreams come true. There are so many, so many, people in this city – cue Dwight K. Schrute, “We need a new plague.”
Even if these people live inside of the city, commute in for work, or are just visiting for a few hours, they have a story. There is a reason they are there and the moment they step onto a New York street I know that they feel that magic. It astounds me that there are so many faces and so many stories in this city, but I know that more than half of them are there because they worked for it and because they are there to fulfill a dream.
During the first month of my internship, my supervisor and I were walking through Soho and at some point in our conversation I had stopped talking. She looked over at me and was about to ask me why, when she realized that I was just gawking and smiling at the buildings. You know the ones; the gorgeous Soho lofts and stores that look like they belong in a magazine or on a canvas in Homegoods.
She looked at me and smiled and said “I wish I could still look at the city like that. I’m so used to it by now. Just you wait, you’ll be sick of it soon.” I spluttered out my response of “No I won’t, I won’t ever be sick of it,” in shock that she would even suggest such a thing. This is my dream! I’ve been thinking and dreaming of these moments for years and now I’m here! You could literally ask anyone I have interacted with in the past couple of years; New York is my place. I have waited longer than most to have the opportunity to be here, and it was really hard to be in community college and watch other people my age be successful while I was stuck in Hick-town, PA (no offense, Bangor, ilysm) it was so worth it.
Side note; if you are struggling, if you don’t know what you want to do, if you’re at community college or not even in college and you feel stuck, just keep going. I’m telling you, your time will come.
New York will never be “boring” or “same old, same old” to me. I genuinely believe that. Even when winter comes and I have to trek from Montclair to Soho in the cold snow. Even when I spend my whole paycheck on food and transportation alone. Even when I move here and see the same things every day.
New York City is my dream, it is magical. It radiates success and freedom. You can do anything and be anyone here. The moment I step out of the Christopher Street Station every Wednesday and Thursday morning, I can’t help but smile. This is where my heart truly belongs. I can feel it in my bones.
I’m so excited to see what else this city has in store for me.
And I’m so excited to share that with you.