Steve often hears me talk about NYC like an ex-boyfriend I’m still in love with. He’s very patient.
In reality, the three months I lived in New York as a college intern were sweaty, dirty, and lonely. And yet, I still consider that summer one of the best experiences of my life.
The smell of halal food at every corner. The sound of constant construction ringing in my ear. Look past the garbage bags piled up on the sidewalks and the aggressive taxicabs honking in the streets, and you’ll find a city that accepts the sweaty, dirty, and lonely-hearted. I’ve met some of the kindest, most accepting people in New York.
It’s one of the most diverse cities in the world, and that diversity is everything. People are so inclusive here, so accepting of uniqueness. A melting pot of different cultures, foods, ideas - to love New York is to love others.
When I’m in New York, I find myself walking a little faster, head held a little higher, and eyes wider to the life around me. I wander, get lost, and let myself be open to all this great city has to offer.
