The transplant New Yorker can relate to bouncing around from borough to borough throughout the years, in search of just the right neighborhood. It’s a daunting task that ever-ambitious New Yorkers take in stride. Sometimes things work out right away; other times we’re not so lucky and the process of finding a place to call “home” can be a nightmare. If one thing’s for sure, it’s that New Yorkers love New York and will make it work.
It was a traditionalist bone I didn’t know I had. I do not have the New York fight in me; I am soft, farm-raised, a girl who prefers her adventures close to home.
After deciding to move to what Wikipedia fondly labels “The Murder Capital of the United States” (i.e. Newark, New Jersey), it seemed that every random stranger in my small Midwestern town had warnings for me.
Sometimes people stall out.
I grew up in Rochester, NY, a tiny city that everyone mistakes for being extremely close to New York City. While Rochester may be 300+ miles away from NYC, we follow the same stereotypical divide. For those of you who have watched Gossip Girl, and wondered about its validity, I am here to provide you with evidence that the Serenas and Dans of the world exist in more than just a fictional reality.
Only observing, passing through.
This couple just wanted to take their wedding photos, but a really rude park officer wasn’t having it.
Pop the bubbly – I just celebrated a milestone: my two-year New York-iversary. That’s right, it’s been 24 months since I arrived in the Big Apple as a bright-eyed, bushy-tailed 21-year-old, fresh from college, desirous of adventure and yearning for new beginnings.
I have often heard that New York can and will either make or break you.
With summer in full force and temperatures rising, those of us lucky enough to live near a coastline are probably heading to the beach. What better way to spend a summer weekend than at the ocean, cooling off in the frothy waves and toasting under the sun?