So these days I am feeling, thinking, dreaming of my NYC life. I have been thinking of it since I was 10 years old and obsessed with Vogue, and thinking how amazing the city is and how I thought I should be there.
Since those idyllic days, I have been to NYC only twice, but those experiences were so amazing that I am just ready to kick it up Manhattan style.
My first experience was with a Ryerson University photography group. A bunch of us early 20s kids got on a bus and went up for 3 days in Hell's Kitchen. The first night was Sasha & Digweed and some big club. I hung out with the two most beautiful men I have ever met and danced the entire evening away (both gay so it was uber-fab). I spent the next few days on a high and an energy that emanated from the streets to me. Made me want to take photographs more than anything. But wow, that city is hype. Got to hang out in beautiful restos and hot VIP club action (thanks to hook ups). And the men, oh the men, so fabulous. The New York men are a different species. The are amazing. "You are better than J-Lo" was my favorite one of the whole trip, but there were many. The hot bartender at Union station who was ready to marry me in a moment. The boy who fell in love and followed me back to our hotel (sounds creepy and it was a little, but he was harmless, just smitten). Oh my first NYC trip, so young, so innocent, so happy.
My second trip was with a York University journalist crowd. One of our girlfriends had interviews at O Magazine (Oprah) and Dime Magazine (basketball), and the rest of us went for the trip. This was so great, 5 years wiser but luvin' it all just the same. The men were more insatiable as I got older, and I loved it. Ladies, there is nothing better for the ego than hanging in NYC. They are a totally different breed than our Canadian men. Walk down Wall Street any time of day, men in Armani who are just dying to even have you look there way. Literally. Brilliant. So this trip rocked out a little better, as I got to stay with a friend in the Waldorf. Hello, never felt more Breakfast at Tiffany's than this moment. For those not in the now Waldorf is an old money, gorgeous hotel that has rocking crystal chandeliers in the lobby. At that time, it was the poshest place I had been in. I walked out in the mornings wishing I had a tiara, croissant, and a black coffee in a styrofoam cup so I could stare at Tiffany's. It was classic.
So now, my dream is to move there. I love NYC, I am in love with NYC. Never have I felt more alive, more creative, and more myself than I do in that city. I don't care if I live in a shoebox, that is where I need to be. So, a little time a little strategic planning and wow I am back in the middle of Wall Street sorrounded by young brokers vying. Oh no, what is a girl to do? Can't wait.
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nyc rocks. i moved here in 2001 and although i travel and amaway a lot, i always get a warm fuzzy feeling when the plane descends and i see the city sprad out before me like a jewel.
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7 years in NYC? Luvin' it, can't wait for my next visit this fall . . . maybe I can re-ignite my passion and drive for the big move south.
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