By now I’m sure you’ve seen the video of Kanye West walking through an airport in New York. He’s returning home presumably to get ready for his Adidas release and
not-so-secret something taking place presentation during New York Fashion Week.
As he’s walking, a photographer is peppering him with questions.
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.
I know that I give you a hard time a lot. Yeah, I wish your manners weren’t practically nonexistent and that you understood personal space, but Sundays with you are shaping up to a really amazing part of my weekend.
I really get overwhelmed sometimes trying to stay on trop of things with my jobs, mentee and all the while plugging away on passion project–my blog.
I would love just five minutes to myself (word to #85 ) without having to answer to someone or being required to be somewhere. Bratty, I know.
One week and one day ago exactly, I celebrated my two year anniversary as a new(ish) New Yorker. It was a really good day. I worked on set at look book photo shoot for a clothing company and as Sheila E blared in the speakers at Pier 59, I couldn’t help but smile when she sang, “the girl’s got a lot on her mind, she’s got big thoughts, big dreams… ”
In my quest for living the glamorous life in New York City, there are a few gems I’ve learned along the way. This is a long read, pour a little something and settle in for a peek in the fast life (how my Dad refers to life in the city).
If we’re to believe the New York Times, falling in love is as simple as answering 37 questions and then making direct eye contact. I read an article stating such in bed early one Monday (after hitting snooze twice) and decided that I believed it.
While I may not have fallen in love per say, I have become infatuated with someone based on their ideas, the way that they speak, their Tumblr even, without knowing much else. It should be noted that years ago, before my boyfriend and I lived in the same state we would talk on the phone for hours asking each other questions not unlike the ones suggested by the New York Times (that hasn’t changed).
He on the other hand, is not a believer. “Interesting, but I don’t think it’s that simple. Questionnaire, staring at each other, it’s all interesting… But there’s a time factor that more often than not is necessary. Also, the experiment doesn’t account for the physical side of things,” he typed in iMessage when I asked him his thoughts.