An Open Letter to New York City

I ❤ NY

Oh New York City, she will chew you up and spit you right back out. But the crazy part is you come back for more. I have a long love story with NYC, and it started when a starry eyed kid from the cornfields would watch the New Years Eve countdown with Dick Clark. The lights of Times Square, Frank Sinatra, and the romantic midnight kiss. For years I had proclaimed that New York City was my favorite place when I had never even been there. I had this beautiful idea cooked up in my head of what I though New York would be when I was finally able to visit, and guess what- it was better.

I was actually lucky enough to call New York City home for awhile. I was living the bustling lifestyle of New York City, sprinting to catch the A train for work, eating every meal on the road, dodging rats on my morning run- and let me tell you it was amazing. I had a great job that allowed me to explore deep into Brooklyn during the day, and my apartment in the heart of the East Village allowed me to see what the city offered at night.

One of the many reasons I love New York City is because there is always something to do. You are hungry at 3 AM on a Sunday? Cool, head over to Baker’s Pizza on the corner of Ave A and 12th Street and get a gourmet slice. As a self proclaimed foodie I was in heaven knowing that any cuisine you want, any time you want it, was right there. Indian cuisine? Mumbai Place in Prospect Park Brooklyn was an inexpensive lunch spot. Pastries? Caffe Roma in the heart of little Italy.

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I could go on and on..but i’ll save that for my piece on exploring NYC in one weekend. If you consider how important food is to your life, for me it’s definitely number one..then you can’t live your life without experiencing the food and culture of NYC.

I worked in Brooklyn and lived in Manhattan so I was fortunate enough to take the FDR expressway, which runs up the East River, to work everyday. I would sit and my car looking at the newly finished One World Trade center while crossing the Brooklyn Bridge and think to myself, “How did I get here?” I was the first person from my family to graduate from college let alone even THINK about moving from Mid-Michigan. But I did. I was literally living a dream that I had created for myself years ago.

You might ask yourself why did you leave? Well to be honest it was as simple as missing my family. We always grew up so close and being out in the city by myself was very lonely at times. I had a great group of friends, but when everyone went home to see their families for holidays it had me rethinking my priorities. So to the delight of my parents I moved back home (albeit farther south) after I found another job in Marketing. I have been back in Michigan for a little over two years now, and couldn’t be happier. My time in New York City was some of the best of my life and I would never trade that experience for all the money in the world.




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