On my way to the flower district to buy orchids today I felt so lucky and pleased with myself. When I pictured living in New York, I never saw cubicles or giant walls of files in my future, I saw taxis and sunlit sidewalks and people people people everywhere! In the production office I feel like I get the best of both worlds, and when the APOC (who is a really funny and awesome fellow to work with) asks who wants to do a run, I perk up and offer. I love getting out in the fresh air and drinking in the essence of New York.
New York, like no other place I have been, is a tactile city, and this is not easily avoided, although some may try. On an NPR spot one morning about Bloomberg's congestion pricing (that should absolutely be implemented), some woman actually said she didn't want to use public transportation (some of the best in the world!) because she didn't want to smell other people. Jesus Christ, lady, move to Kansas! This is New York City, home of 8 million people. Fresh air is a relative term here, like 'spacious apartment' or 'low prices.' I have no patience when people complain about things that make New York quintessentially itself--I worked hard to get here, and I leave my apartment every day overjoyed that I get to take the subway to work, and I get to see all the weird people, and I get to ignore solicitors. I drink up every moment like I'm Daniel Plainview and I love it. I LOVE it!
For better or worse, when I'm sick or healthy, down with the blues or on top of the world, I love New York through and through. And New York loves me back... I know because every day I see her she graces me with awe-inspiring beauty beneath the grit and dust. She shares her inside jokes with me. She teaches me lessons that are difficult, but necessary. She gives me constant tactile reminders that life really is what you make of it, and that, for a girl who's been through some pretty rough things, I have made a pretty good life for myself.
New York, like no other place I have been, is a tactile city, and this is not easily avoided, although some may try. On an NPR spot one morning about Bloomberg's congestion pricing (that should absolutely be implemented), some woman actually said she didn't want to use public transportation (some of the best in the world!) because she didn't want to smell other people. Jesus Christ, lady, move to Kansas! This is New York City, home of 8 million people. Fresh air is a relative term here, like 'spacious apartment' or 'low prices.' I have no patience when people complain about things that make New York quintessentially itself--I worked hard to get here, and I leave my apartment every day overjoyed that I get to take the subway to work, and I get to see all the weird people, and I get to ignore solicitors. I drink up every moment like I'm Daniel Plainview and I love it. I LOVE it!
For better or worse, when I'm sick or healthy, down with the blues or on top of the world, I love New York through and through. And New York loves me back... I know because every day I see her she graces me with awe-inspiring beauty beneath the grit and dust. She shares her inside jokes with me. She teaches me lessons that are difficult, but necessary. She gives me constant tactile reminders that life really is what you make of it, and that, for a girl who's been through some pretty rough things, I have made a pretty good life for myself.
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I love your enthusiasm for this city. It is infectious! Although, the asshole side of my personality wants to say, "Ha! Let's see how much you love using the subway in August." But, you (and me!) should really ignore that part of me.
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