new york city. 3 words. 1 magical place. it’s gritty and raw and amazing and intimidating and friendly and impulsive and inspirational and famous and honest and real.
we are here for a 6 week stay. at the moment we are residing in midtown, literally 50 steps from times square. when you step outside the apartment, you are hit with an onslaught of sights, sounds, smells and people, my lord, the PEOPLE!
in a few weeks, we will move downtown to the lower east side for thanksgiving.
so what do i want out of my stay in new york? i want romance and pizza and tacos and cocktails. i want tattoos and live music and museums and ice skating. i want shopping and walking and pretzels and people. i want running and bagels and movies and the rangers. i want macy’s and broadway musicals and the knicks and brooklyn. i want the delis and the bodegas and the hustlers and the lights. i want the snow and the cabs and the highline and the diners. i want seinfeld and the flatiron and saks and the plaza. i want tiffanys and hotdogs and central park and wholefoods. i want rockefeller and bryant park and champagne and liberty island.
i feel alive here. i love the smells on the streets. the lines of people outside their favourite lunch spot. the hailing of a cab. the brave men and women of the NYPD walking the beat. the hustlers handing out their demo cds and flyers. the sales. walking blocks. finding a new park.
of course it’s not all rainbows. the trash, the traffic, the sirens, the terrible drip coffee, but for the most part, i think the city balances out.
i’m really going to throw myself into these 6 weeks. it’s just so amazing out there, i want to enjoy every second of it.