…new york city girl…hope there’s room for me…in her high society…
Today, August 15, 2012, marks the one year anniversary of my official arrival in the Sleepless City by way of The Planet Brooklyn and man…can I just say that a year goes fast. Hella fast.
On August 15, 2011, after three weeks of anxiously awaiting my landlord’s return from Israel to approve me, I signed the lease for my lovely, light-filled pre-war apartment in Bed-Stuy and deemed this place home.
As I reflect on all of the things that have happened in the last year, I keep landing on the same conclusion…this is the absolute happiest that I have been in my adult life. And by “adult life” I do mean that time period after 25 years old when you realize that wearing your big girl panties is the only option and so you hike those thangs up and make it do what it do. And while I would def argue, that I’m not exactly the same person now that I was at 25, I couldn’t imagine having started my 30s in any other city in the world. I find new reasons to fall in love with this place daily and I hope that never…ever stops.
New York City is the only place that I can recall living …and I’ve lived in a lot of places in my 30.7777999 years of existence… that you can truly create the experience that you want. The folks that told me that living here is completely different than visiting did not lie. I live it…I love it.
Here are the 10 things that I’ve learned since moving to the Concrete Jungle.
1. NYC is home of the perpetual first date. The cycle of meeting and dating and meeting and dating, while fun and adventurous…also takes strength, courage, wisdom and…patience. Lots and lots of patience. Patience is not my best virtue. Working on this. But then again, when you’re in a candy shop…don’t you want to savor more than one of the options?
2. Brooklyn has some of the finest men on Earth. It’s like God spun a globe, landed on Brooklyn, opened His hand and dropped all of those mofos off right there. Wait. Maybe that’s what happened in Coming to America. Nevertheless, I find myself caught off guard by beautiful men of every shape and size constantly as I explore my Borough. **fans self** yes goodness.
3. No sales tax on clothing purchases under $110. I love to shop. And while everything in New York is marked up to the low low price of an ass and an arm…the whole no sales tax situation makes me feel just a tad bit better about life whenever retail therapy becomes a necessity.
4. It is possible to never have to leave Brooklyn. Man. Between the events that happen here on a regular basis and the ability to discover something totally new about even just a street on a random walk through a neighborhood…a broad could absolutely never ever have to leave BK. **clears throat** Add on the length of time it takes to get to Zumunda or Harlem and I don’t quite make it out to other portions of the City as often as I would like to, but I’m working on it.
5. The Big City is still hella small. Six degrees of separation is very real in the field. I’ve had
more than a few, “do you know so and so…yeah I know so and so” moments here. I’ve
also had the opportunity to meet some absolutely beautiful spirits and make some
amazing new friends and acquaintances.
6. Apparently I have an accent. Listen. I was raised I the South. I was around twanged up people all of the time. I can get real Blanche Dubois or Devereaux (whichever I’m in the mood for) at any given moment. I can’t help that I don’t sound like I have an accent to me. But for real…if one more New Yorker…pauses…cocks their damn head to the side and says…”Yo…where exactly are you from.” I’mma cuss. LOL
7. Unlimited Metrocards save lives. No explanation needed.
8. The hustler spirit is real. Now I’m Jamaican…so I’m familiar with this concept of multiple grinds. However, when the spirit of the hustle feels like it’s even embedded in the sidewalks that you’re walking on…yeah man. It makes you want to conquer the world and I love that. There is absolutely nothing that you can’t do here.
9. Brunch. And brunch often.
10. Have I mentioned the men in BK. Yeah. Just in case I didn’t.
Happy One Year Anniversary to Me!!!