I always wonder why we’re drawn to the people we are. And why they seem to show up right when we need them—whether you realize it or not. I surely didn’t.
When I first met Yasmein, we were seniors at Penn State, taking COMM 360. We were responsible for slicing together audio of quotes supporting our narrative that would, in turn, help us to become journalists.
I love this city, I hate it sometimes, too. In an effort to keep track of my feelings about the Big Apple during my time here I try my best to chronicle them in a letter to this crazy place. Welcome to Dear New York–a series posted monthly on the anniversary of the date I moved here.
My whole life I feel like I’ve been waiting on being here with you. The last four years, especially. And now I’m here.
I don’t know if you noticed but I redid the blog. Just for you.
I didn’t feel like the website served me anymore. Or gave insight into my growth as a person. I’ve always been a personal style blogger with an emphasis on the person.
I know everyone thinks this of their friends, but…
Mine are really some kind of amazing.
Two Fridays ago, Yasmein took me on a walking tour of Grand Central Station and the surrounding areas because she knows I’m a history geek who would eat something like that up.
Except, so did she.
I kind-of miss when my blog read more like a diary. So in an effort to work on that and venture out, actually showing New York life on the blog, I created a bucket list of tourist-y things that I want to do. The idea is I will take the required outfit of the day photos—finally acknowledging the fashion blogger part of me—hopefully have a cool experience, reporting back with a story.
Hold me to it.
And to hold myself accountable, I’m going to tell you the NYC attraction checklist that I have. If I do not report back with outfit photos and a corresponding story for each of these places by August 13, 2015 (giving myself a year to properly plan these excursions), cuss me out.
Truthfully, I liked the majority of the photos that my coworker took for me that one time I ventured to Harlem for brunch.
But I don’t have anything to say worthy of a blog post to go with them.