Being a New Yorker-My One Month Anniversary

The mark of my one month anniversary as a Manhattanite is in a mere 2 days. Ok, so I probably shouldn’t call myself a Manhattanite yet, but I like to pretend that I’ve been here longer than I actually have. Even though there are moments I would love to do nothing but stand in the street and gawk at the breathtaking highrises, I will admit that I don’t, in fear of appearing as a vexatious tourist.

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This is my inevitable post, a few things I’ve observed in my first month:

1. FLOWERS. EVERYWHERE. and I love it! Why does no one else mention this awesome attribute of the city? (practically) Every corner of every block is lined with beautiful flourishes. With my early 20’s budget, I obviously can’t afford the luxury of maintaining fresh flowers at home, but I’ve already decided, when I’m a grown up, there will always be a vase of blooming peonies in my living room.

2. No one does their own laundry. No one goes to pick up their own take out.  Hell, many people don’t even walk their own dogs. In fact, my friend is paid $25 an hour to walk dogs. I can definitely get used to this.

3. speaking of dogs, I can’t remember the last time I saw a mutt. Manhatannites are pretentious about their canines.  I’ve recently developed what I call frenchie fever, as in, I want a french bulldog so bad, it’s painful seeing them.  They’re everywhere and they’re so cute, I can’t stand it. one day…

4. If you need an apartment for August 1st, you should probably start looking around July 25th. Real Estate here really is unlike anywhere else.  If you find an apartment, that application better be submitted within a few hours or you’re likely out of luck. competition, competition, competition.

5. Brunch is the most essential meal of the week.  If your budget only allows you to eat out sparingly, save it for brunch. Lower east side, Hell’s Kitchen, Astoria, Brooklyn…basically every neighborhood/borough will brag about their impressive brunch spots. The best part? $25 unlimited mimosas/bloody marys/ you know….we take sunday funday seriously.

6. New yorkers aren’t rude, you’ve got it wrong. There’s a difference between being rude and being rude to tourists.  Don’t mix the two.  Imagine your city being overran by a surplus of foreign transplants who delay your day. you wouldn’t like it either.  Having an office anywhere near Times Square sounds like a horrific nightmare.

7. The concrete jungle is just that. a jungle of concrete. It doesn’t matter whether its 80 degrees or 97 degrees, it’s just plain HOT. thank you humidity, thank you concrete, and thank you skyscrapers for trapping in hot air. On the plus side, the ephemeral breeze of the subway train as it runs by is a little bit of heaven.

8. FOOD. need I say more? anything you can possibly imagine. not only is it here, it stays open late AND delivers…most of the time.  The abundance of delectable cuisines is never ending.  I find myself in a constant state of comatose from overeating (which is fine because I walk an insane amount). I don’t know that I’ll ever eat at the same restaurant twice…but really.  The Kosher delis have sandwiches to die for.  Any type of ethnic food is usually authentic. you simply can’t beat it.

9. The little boys that breakdance on the subways.  At this point in my early adulthood, I’m in no position to fork over cash to the homeless.  I struggle enough to make ends meet in this ridiculously expensive town. The  breakdancing boys though….you can’t resist but to give them a little something.  Not only are they talented, they’re so young and adorable. You can’t say no.  It’s one of the endearing charms of the city, where else do you see 9 year old kids preforming in a train unchaperoned?

10. Endless amounts of fun, the hankering for great success, the constant motivation to climb to the top. Jay-Z did say, “If I can make it here, I can make it anywhere.”  There are many people who would never in their right mind move to New York; The hustle and bustle, the wreaking smells and crowds, the constant traffic and noise, blah blah blah. Here’s how I look at it, I live in a city with some 8 million of the most talented people in the world. You must constantly strive for success, or you’ll be pushed out of here in no time.  How can I not love this place?  For the first time in 23 years, I’ve never felt more alive.  You have to be a little crazy to live here, and that’s how it should be.  With all the characters I meet, everyday is an adventure, everyday is exciting, and I wake up everyday eager to explore.  If you want to live life on the edge, move to the city.  NEW YORK, I LOVE YOU!

xox,

Maria

{Valleys of Venus}

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