I ♥ NY.
Who doesn’t, right? Okay, maybe some people don’t love it. However, I’d guarantee a good amount of people do, or why would they make so much money off of that statement?
Well I REALLY love New York. A lot. My love is quite immeasurable, actually.
I’m not just a small town girl with big city dreams. I’ve gone to New York City since I was a baby (or maybe a toddler). All I know is that I have a picture of myself in a brass crib from the Plaza Hotel, so it’s been quite a long time that I’ve been visiting. My father is from New York. His mother came over from Sicily and his grandfather helped build the Empire State Building.
New York is in my blood. I was not born there, but I have always felt more of a connection to that city than anywhere else. I’ve not only seen the city as a friend, but almost as a family member. I need it in my life, it’s always there for me, it drives me CRAZY sometimes, but I can’t imagine my life without it.
As a new college graduate many years ago, I moved up there. I lived with my aunt and uncle for a bit but there was one problem. I had no plan. No money. Just a crazy idea that I could make it happen. Guess what? It didn’t. It wasn’t the right time. So I moved away (which about killed me inside) but all in all it was the best decision at the time. I moved to Florida, worked extremely hard, began a career in Fashion, saved money and after a few years I actually had a PLAN.
So I finally made my way back to New York City in 2009! I had the most fabulous apartment on 43rd and 11th, a few blocks down from Times Square, which was on the 7th floor of a 44 story high rise. My view was pretty cool, but the rooftop had 360 degree views of all of New York City (including my favorite building of course, the Empire State Building). I worked as a sales associate, stylist and visual merchandiser at The Body Shop, Juicy Couture and Banana Republic and also completed my internship at Liz Claiborne, Inc.!
Needless to say I made lifelong friends at each of my jobs and my social life revolved around the fiercest fashion, great bars, the best restaurants (favorites include Carmine’s and Market Diner), fabulous dance clubs which kept you dancing till close, impressive museums (my brother bought me a membership to the Met ~ I could spend hours with Monet!), trying to not get lost in Central Park (LOL) and numerous trips out to Long Island to chill with my relatives.
So why leave New York City? A place I not just love, but am connected to in so many ways? One word: Love. My ex boyfriend at the time (who I kept in touch with over the years) became diagnosed with cancer. After a few months of phone calls and emails, it quickly became clear to me that though I was in the city I love, I not only needed to, but also wanted to be with the man I always loved.
So I said goodbye to New York City a few years ago and I have no regrets. I’m still with my boyfriend and I know that one day I will return to New York City for the long run…with my boyfriend in hand. So I may have left my heart in New York City, but I know I’ll be back to reclaim it.