As cheesy as it sounds, New York left me with a new mindset. New muses, inspiration, and most importantly, it has embedded within me the ability to find beauty in the oddest of places. To find order midst chaos; to take the time to laugh at myself when I've spilled granola and milk all over my pajamas and cell phone.
Below is a prose I wrote with quotation influences as a sort of "Thank You" to New York for the wonderful memories and lessons it has gifted me, often times by spitting in my face or giving me frostbite.
I just want to add that it took me a total of three hours to write and edit this, minus coconut coffee breaks and laundry folding and Instagram. That's right, yo's. Mama can multitask. Also, excuse my raspy voice. I have no reason for it to be raspy. I'm just a vampire like dat.
(Jk i went to a concert a night ago and screamed my internal organs out)
I knew nothing about it, but what I’ve seen in the fashion magazines, but the descriptions my favorite writers and artists so circumspectly coalesce into their work. I arrived with a journal of ambition and things i would love to do here, to eat street food, to point to the empire state building and think “So this is New York. Damn do I love it.” To shop in Times square and smile besides broken souls in superman costumes.
I knew nothing about New York, but I was so happy to be in New York I cried. I was so excited. I knew nothing about New York expect that every step I took, every face that failed to return my 100 watt smile, every subway sign I read, I fell more and more in love.
Maybe it’s the aroma of street food fused with expensive perfume and dog poo that makes New York so glamorous. Maybe it’s the overall cool wind and gaudiness, cumbersome neon signs, or different colored faces that light its darkest alleyways or darken Times square at night .Or perhaps its the thought that, no matter where you are, a warm and reassuring Starbucks is always not too many footsteps away. But no matter what, truth be told: New York is everything and anything you want it to be. It’s heaven and hell, it’s lust and love, it’s dreams in person or in spirit.
New York isn’t a city, it’s a world.
New York is a landmark and monument. It’s the loudest city on the planet Earth. It’s so loud I never have to listen to the deep musings or constant reminders of my worth in my head. It’s really loud. There are literally guys come with jackhammers who drill the streets and leave cones in front of your hotel; you don’t even know why. Garbage men come too; but they never really pick up the garbage, they just bang the cans together.
And when you leave New York, you are astonished at how clean the rest of the world is. Clean is not enough.