Thirty B4 Thirty: Day 7- New York City Is My Gift


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New York City is everything.

New York City is the smell of fresh coffee and promise in the morning.

New York City is street meat, roasted nuts, and kabobs at every corner.

New York City is free concerts.

New York City is client lunches with aerial views of Central Park.

New York City is smoking hookah and talking about Russia with John Forte.

New York City is randomly meeting Tracee Ellis Ross on the N train. Then her taking you out to dinner a year later.

New York City is baby French Bulldogs being carried over their owner’s shoulders in Soho.

New York City is yoga in Times Square.

New York City is watching amputees and Kenyans racing in the NY Marathon.

New York City is going to the village to watch the Halloween parade only to end up walking in it all the way up 6 Ave to 14th street.

New York City is Mr. Chow and Rosa Mexicana during restaurant week.

New York City is designer clothes.

New York City is confidence.

New York City is rummaging through bins at sample sales, and scoring that one jacket you normally wouldn’t be able to afford.

New York City is winning Nike shoe lotteries to buy shoes no one in the world has.

New York City is standing in line for 6 hours just to see the Alexander McQueen exhibit 2 days before it was gone forever, but still haunts you to this day.

New York City is hipsters spending a fortune on their homeless chic garb.

New York City is fedoras in Williamsburg, Jordan’s in Harlem, furs in Soho, leather in Midtown.

New York City is 2 year olds with more swag than you.

New York City is subway riders with Louis Vuitton bags and Louboutins.

New York City is weaves, clip ins, and wigs.

New York City is “blondes” who will never be brunette again.

New York City is twist outs, kinky twists, and fros that rival Rudy Huxtable.

New York City is blow outs, shaved sides, long locs, Mohawks, and top knot buns.

New York City is natural hair events.

New York City is impeccable $20 mani-pedis.

New York City is Yankee Games, the Nets, and the Knicks.

New York City is colorful skully hats and cozy finger-less gloves.

New York City is ice skating in the winter wonderland of Bryant Park.

New York City is stoop chillin in the summer shooting the breeze.

New York City is people watching while eating in a sidewalk cafe: oogling over cute dogs and babies and making fun of the “interesting” people that walk by.

New York City is gelato from Ferrara and 16 inch sweet hot sausages from the San Gennaro Festival.

New York City is drunken brunches with unlimited mimosas.

New York City is drinking 2 Tokyo Teas too many at your favorite Sunday rooftop party

New York City is clubbing on a Thursday like its Friday, barely making it to work in the morning.

New York City is sunglasses and Advil.

New York City is living for nights you won’t remember with people you’ll never forget.

New York City is buying your tickets to Grits and Biscuits at 10am before they sell out in 45 minutes.

New York City is the Latex Crawfish Broil.

New York City is lusting after dudes you wish were heterosexual at Chef Roble’s Everyday People parties.

New York City is fine men, that dress well, and smell good.

New York City is hookah sticks at the Do Over.

New York City is AfroPunk, the black coachella.

New York City is like Planet Fitness, a judgement-free zone.

New York City is the only place where you can look weird, and not be looked at weird.

New York City is walking fast when you’re not in a hurry.

New York City is cab tabs.

New York City is spending too much in a weekend, only to vow to not do it again….only to do it again….the next weekend.

New York City is Harlem people making treks to Brooklyn without the reciprocation from their Brooklyn friends.:-)

New York City is not having six degrees of separation. It’s having 2 to 3.

New York City is finding out your new dude’s cousin was best friends with your ex in college.

New York City is finding out your ex is dating the ex of someone you used to talk to.

New York City is pole dancing classes at Crunch.

New York City is rollerblading in Central Park.

New York City is bike riding on Governor’s Island.

New York City is Grimaldi’s, Spunto, Ray’s, Rossetti’s.

New York City is food, FOOD, and more f-o-o-d.

New York City is discovering you like Sushi.

New York City is art parties in the L.E.S.

New York City is knowing what L.E.S. stands for.

New York City is also knowing what DUMBO, SOHO, UWS, FIDI, and UES stand for.

New York City is getting lushy at concert parties sponsored by Heineken, Jack Daniels and Absolute.

New York City is drinking as much as you want to at any event because you know you’ll never have to worry about driving home.

New York City is blasting “Worst Behavior” while cruising down the Westside Highway.

New York City is having the most incredible view of sunsets from your studio apartment.

New York City is working up the courage to speak to the Morris Chestnut look alike you saw on your train on the way to work.

New York City is seeing someone who looks fine enough to be your future husband across the platform for a train going in the opposite direction, right as you get on your train.

New York City is knowing how to get somewhere without looking at the Subway Map even if you have to transfer to 3 different trains to get there.

New York City is not having a need for car insurance and gas money.

New York City is ALWAYS having something to do, somewhere to go, and someone to see.

New York City is being, wild, and free, knowing that you’ll never get another chance to have the “NYC experience in your twenties” again.

New York City is creating stories for your future kids through all your experiences.

New York City is not giving the side eye to someone being 33 with a roommate (or being 33 with no kids, or 33 and single for that matter).

New York City is living in a studio all by yourself, and loving it, because it’s YOUR own little space in this vast city.

New York City is remembering all the places you used to go with your ex.

New York City is going to those places again with other people, just so your last memory of that place will be of them instead.

New York City is having no regrets.

New York City is learning survival of the fittest.

New York City is love, budding friendships, inspirational people, and networking.

New York City is never knowing who you will meet when you walk out the house.

New York City is never knowing who you will run into when you walk out the house.

New York City is making sure you look halfway decent just to go to the grocery store for juice, just because you never know who you will run into.

New York City is never knowing how much that one person you meet might change your life.

New York City is being at the right place at the right time.

New York City is blossoming into a rose that grew from concrete.

New York City is everything.

 

DAY 7

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