Do you ever just know you belong somewhere? Like you just know you will thrive there? That's how I feel about New York. Since I was a child, I knew that I was a city person. I'm not sure if that's a weird thing to know when your seven years old, but whatever. Every time my family took a road trip, I would always stay up because I knew we were bound to drive through a city, and I loved looking at the lights and the buildings. Even now, every time I see a skyline in the horizon, I still feel that hint of excitement.
I need a big city. A packed metropolis, if you will. Minneapolis is not nearly large enough. The more people, the more buildings, the more craziness, the happier I am. My list of acceptable habitats has pretty much been narrowed down to New York, Chicago and Paris. London would also be a potential contender. However, as I go through the pros and cons of each, there is ultimately some reason why I couldn't see myself living permanently in Chicago, Paris or London — I'll get into the reasons later.
Which leaves New York. My true home, I think. And here are the reasons why I think New York is where I'm meant to be:
It's on the East Coast.
Chicago is a great city — it's big, there are plenty of people, and it's ridiculously awesome in the summer. If I could spend every summer in Chicago, I'd be a very happy camper, err, city dweller. But alas, Chicago is in the Midwest and I am an East Coast person, which I never really realized until I spent a few years in this god forsaken, landlocked tundra.
Although I grew up all over the place, I've always had strong ties to the East Coast because my mom is from New Jersey. I spent my childhood playing in the ocean and eating "hoagies." Not to mention, my family currently resides in Savannah, which is on the East Coast (for those of you who are geographically challenged). Which leads me to my next point.
New York is only an hour from the beach.
I didn't realize how much I missed the East Coast and the beach until my jerk friend Kelly started snapping me pictures from Florida. I miss the ocean. Lakes suck.
New York has everything I need – specifically Chinatown.
Not sure why I'm so fond of Chinatown, but I'm assuming it's because I have an eating problem and Chinese food is damn delicious. It's one of those things that we always did *if* we were visiting a city on vacation. We would eat Chinese food and it was always spectacular. The Midwest severely lacks quality Chinese food in my opinion. Speaking of food...
Brunch is a religion.
Brunch is taken seriously in New York. As it should be. People need to prioritize brunch more. Why wouldn't you want to spend hours eating eggs and potatoes and drinking Bloody Mary's!? Those three items are the holy trinity. And I stand by that. New Yorkers brunch like the champions that they are and the world should do the same.
So. Many. Concerts.
Have you ever heard of an artist not having a concert in New York? No. Because it literally never happens. Every artist ever performs in New York. Oh, you want to see Skrillex? He'll be here on Friday. You wanna see Taylor Swift? She's coming in March. Literally you could see every artist you've ever wanted to see. How awesome is that?
The true reason New York wins the non-existent competition of my home, is because New York is where fashion happens. Paris is the fashion capital of the world, and I would absolutely love to live there, but Paris is in France. And as much as I love it, I don't think I could ever legitimately become an expat. So unless I can land some baller job that keeps fighting for me to stay in the country, I can't imagine I'll ever be able to live in Paris full-time.
But that's okay, because New York is home to so many fashion brands, you can't even start listing them because the list would never end. I want to work in fashion and that means I need to move to New York. It's basically non-negotiable. Not to mention everyone seems to dress well in New York, so that's an added bonus.
Have I sold the idea of New York to you yet? Because I've definitely sold myself on the idea. Watch out, NYC, I'm coming for you! Just give me 18 months so I can save up enough money to live in poverty in a super crappy apartment in a very sketch area. Don't worry, I'm sure the views will be great.
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