I Find You… Delightful

29 Jul I Find You… Delightful

If I’m being honest, New York kicked me in my *ss last week in a major way.

My mother came up from Pennsylvania on Friday to see with her own eyes that I was okay. I don’t care that I’m 27 and I needed my mom. And I don’t care if you know that, either.

It was nice to have a girls weekend of sorts. We slept in. We walked in Central Park. Ate crepes. Ventured to Saks to fondle (and leave with) Christian Louboutin’s rouge nail polish. We explored my new hood and settled on a late dinner seated outside to enjoy the summer’s breeze.

Our waiter was charming. He was really cute with shaggy locks that he shook out of his eyes when he would stop by our table to check on us. After he dropped off our dessert, but before he brought the check, he slowed down as he walked by the table. “I find you,” he said to me, pausing as if he was searching for just the right word, “… delightful.”

I smiled as my eyes watered.

That’s the thing about New York. Just when you, er, I, was ready to write this city off as one smelly, overpriced, selfish, rude butthole, it reels your right back in.

And I remember that this is what I signed up for when I moved here. In fact, to remind me of this, one of  the first things I did when I started decorating my new apartment was to print out inspirational quotes to tape onto the back of my door.

That way, the last thing I would see before I left my saged-safe space would be words that made me want to go out and be great.

“Struggle, motherf*cker. Hustle. Fail, fail again, fail until you forget what succeeding is, and then, when you’re on your deathbed, as you’re full of rotten phlegm and regret, you can look back and crack a smile you won a couple, and survived everything else.”

I read that in John Devore’s piece, New York Doesn’t Love You.

He continued on, “New York City doesn’t love you. Why would you think you’re in a relationship with New York? It’s not a boyfriend or a parent. New York will never give you its approval because New York City is too busy being New York City to care about you.”

“New York’s indifference to your plight makes you strong. Fall to your knees and thank New York for making you strong.”

What’s more, because I like to write my wrongs, this will make for an awesome story when everything is all said and done. Well, that’s what I’m going to tell myself to keep from crying.

New York, I find you (and your inspiration)… delightful.

Wearing: MADE Fashion Week for Macy’s Crop Top// Zara Leather Shorts//ASOS Woven Oxfords// Louis Vuitton Speedy 25// Random Cuff Necklace// Covergirl Queen Lipstick in See Red// Nails by Primp & Polish’s Joey

Don’t leave me out here feeling emotionally slutty, what do you have a love-hate relationship with? How was your weekend?

Photos by @angELLEnise