A whole year ago, I was boarding a flight to NYC. Now, I had spent close to twenty weekends in the city during my senior year so traveling to the city wasn’t anything special. What was special, though, was that I was traveling one way. No return ticket. Just me and a couple of suitcases, an army of boxes, and a whole lot of anticipation.
I use the word anticipation there because I wasn’t exactly purely excited and I wasn’t exactly purely nervous. I was waiting. Waiting for what I knew was going to be the beginning of the rest of my life. Cliche? Absolutely. The truth? 100 percent.
After I got over the initial pang of writing all those ginormous checks (for rent, and insurance, and electricity, and internet, and, like, fourteen things I can’t remember), I really did feel like the world was my oyster. I was in a quintessential, girl-takes-on-the-city mode. Carrie Bradshaw had nothing on me.
It’s funny to read about the things that I was looking forward to. This is one of my favorite things about blogging. I capture all of the emotions I felt and can go back and read it and experience it all over again.
New York hasn’t exactly been what I expected it to be… it’s been more.
Opportunities. Friendships. Independence. Growth.
It hasn’t been without its challenges, but it’s truly been incredible.
Besides the obvious… a few unexpected things that I love about New York City:
Flower shopping at corner bodegas.
Running into friends from Georgetown every day.
Bookstores absolutely everywhere.
Coffee is available 24 hours a day.
Finding the perfect spot for coffee.
Neighborhoods that feel like different worlds.
Unexpected adventures with friends.
I really can’t imagine living anywhere else. Even though the city can drive me crazy sometimes (the traffic! the prices! the stress!), it’s home.
Here’s to another year!
PS How apropos that Kate Spade has a bunch of NYC inspired products right now: