This is a fabulous little number about NYC livin. It’s safe to say I’ve followed every “how to” this article presents.
I just read my old blog cover to cover….the one I started way back in 2004 when I first landed in Manhattan. I’m gonna be real. I didn’t like New York at first. If I’m really honest, I didn’t like it for a long time.
Because it’s a really freakin’ hard place to live.
But, I’m no quitter. So I stuck it out. And stuck it out. And stuck it out. And one day, many years later, I woke up and realized I actually like this place. No wait, I actually love this city.
Yep, I fell in love and didn’t even know it.
When, exactly, did that happen? It’s hard to say, but probably somewhere in between all the ass-kickings. Once those bruises, welps, and scabs began to heal, I could finally taste the sweet stuff.
And how sweet it is.
I didn’t come to New York City for New York City. I didn’t know shit about this place and I hardly watched any movies growing up. I didn’t come to be an artist or an actor or a fashionista or a writer. I didn’t even come here because I hated Texas. I just came for something different.
And different is what I got.
And different is what I became.
And so I now have two lovers. Which is perfectly fine by me.