One Week

So, New York City, it’s been one week. I don’t even know where to start.

I feel like NYC is a person that I saw out of the corner of my eye in a hazy coffee shop last Sunday who I was instantly drawn to – love at first sight. And if I’m comparing a city to a relationship, I am by far in the honeymoon phase. I can’t get enough of this place. Trash on the street? It builds character! No place to sit on the subway? I’ve been sitting all day, anyway! It’s just…I love it.

What’s interesting to me, something I’ve realized in my week here, is that so many people have so many different perceptions of the city. Some people hate it, some think it’s dirty. Others find it overwhelming and hard to transition. But for me, at least so far, I’m having a grand old time. I’ve been meeting new people every day, and have been catching up with old friends all in between. I’ve tried so many great food spots so far, and tried so many new foods!

I’ve also learned that my new goal is to make enough money to buy my furniture fully assembled – or if that’s not a thing, be able to hire someone to assemble it for me.

But in other words, I think I found my home.

And ‘home’ is such a loaded word. I knew my parent’s house as my home for the first 18 years of my life (and I know there’s a part of my heart that will always think that.) But then home transitioned to college. But post-college, in the past three years, I haven’t really found ‘home.’ I’ve been searching desperately with no luck. But New York just feels different. It feels like friendship, it feels like love, it feels like home.