I have so many things to catch up on. Pictures of my new apartment and it’s chaos/cuteness. Updates about my little mini-staycation while my cousin was in town. The new job. My lovely jogs around the Jackie O. Reservoir in Central Park. The Bachelorette. Etc, etc. etc.
However, I’m too busy being in love with New York. I love this city. Seriously. Love. It.
On top of everything else I mentioned, I went to the Met tonight to see Sting in concert with the Royal Philharmonic Orchestra. The concert was AMAZING and I could do a whole post on that alone (which I likely will when I slow down a little). But what I want to tell you about in this post is my mini-moment when I walked out of the Met post-concert.
I was standing in Lincoln Center, by the fountain, looking up at the beautiful buildings, enjoying the barely-there-drizzle, and just thinking to myself that this really is the most amazing city in the world. I just stood there. Like an idiot. Smiling.
And then I hopped on the M7 uptown, hopped off at 96th, and home to my lovely apartment, all the while thinking about just how lucky I am to live in such a fabulous city. If you haven’t been, you must visit. And if you get a chance to live here, you should jump on it.
Yes, I realize it isn’t for everyone…but if you’ve ever wanted to live here, you should do it. Even for a year. Feel the fear and do it anyway. (Could I get any more obnoxious?)
That’s it. I’m going to bed now because in order to live in this city, I must also work…a lot…and sleep is helpful.