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I fucking love New York City

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In honor of Thanksgiving this week, I’ve decided to write about how thankful I am to live in the greatest city in the world, New York. Millions of people have left the only lives they’ve ever known to make their dreams come true here, yet I’m lucky enough to have grown up in New Jersey, just 40 miles outside of Manhattan. Because “The City” has always been my home city, I’ve have taken the sheer awesomeness of it for granted. Now, it’s time to finally say, thanks for everything, New York!

Many people say they have a love-hate relationship with New York City. I call mine a love-respect relationship. There have been times when The City has chewed me up and spit me out, and there was nothing I wanted more than to get away. But every single time, it’s welcomed me back with open, familiar arms, and said, “You’re home.” (In the form of quality 3AM pizza, cabbies sharing their elaborate, yet hilarious conspiracy theories, and ‘Empire State of Mind’ starting to play on Z100 just as I get my first glimpse of the Empire State Building on the approach into Midtown – yes, this actually happened.)

I moved here just two weeks before 9/11, and The City and I have seen each other at our worst moments and at our best. But living here has made me the person I am today, and I couldn’t be more grateful for the toughness, strength, independence, open-mindedness, and maturity all attributable to the fact that I became an adult here. Here are just a few reasons why I fucking love New York City.

  • New Yorkers: They are bright, ambitious, inspiring, diverse, and honest. I never cease to be amazed by the drive, success, and accomplishment of New Yorkers. I especially love that the people here just tell you like it is. And many of those people are my friends. Speaking of diversity, if you put all of my friends in a room, it would almost seem like you grabbed a bunch of random people off the street: financiers, fashionistas, spiritual healers, producers, structural engineers, digital marketers, construction owners….people off an NYC street, of course.
  • It’s the best city in the world for our careers: Sven gets to work on high-profile mega-skyscrapers, and I get to work in the capital of the finance world.
  • You can get pretty much anything you want whenever you want. There’s a reason they call it the city that never sleeps. I don’t know what I would do without cheap, quick, and convenient food delivery, 24/7. This is the main reason Sven thinks I would never be able to live anywhere else, and he’s possibly right.
  • It’s for survivors. (Or masochists. I’m going with survivor.). Many people say they love NYC, but that they could never live here. I totally get it, big city life is not for everyone. But the fact that I love living here makes me feel special, like the city chose me to be one of its inhabitants. And that we have a secret handshake.
  • Even though I love to travel, every time I come back to NYC, I get a mini-thrill from my first glimpse of the Manhattan skyline from the taxicab window on my way home from the airport. And I still think the view of the skyline from the New Jersey Turnpike on the final approach towards Manhattan is spectacular on a clear night. Even though I am a Jersey girl at heart and love New Jersey at an emotional level where I will cut anyone who disses my native state (especially the Shore), New York City is my home now.

I have to admit that here have been times where I’ve felt like I was sort of “chained” here, because it would be difficult to leave my mom, my friends, and even my job to go venture somewhere else. But now I realize what makes it so difficult to leave is New York City itself. It would be easy to leave everything, like millions of others have, if New York City wasn’t already the best possible place to call home. 

So New York, I’m happy for you to be my old ball n’ chain. And thankful. Happy Thanksgiving!

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