I celebrate Valentine’s Day twice a year: once in February, along with everyone else; and again in June, when I send a very personal valentine to a very special recipient. The object of my affection? New York City. I know I’m not alone in my obsession and love for the Empire City. I’m sure that there are countless people who celebrate their adoration in one way or another. Some public, some not. But this week, more than any other, I’m obsessing about New York City.
My first trip to New York City was in late June. It was warm, but not unbearable, with a touch of humidity and drizzle just to mix things up. I remember stepping off the plane and just feeling the energy of the city wrap itself around me. The ride into Manhattan from JFK was unbearably long, but I remember seeing the skyline for the first time and it taking my breath away (I even got a little teary-eyed). My first official meal was a pretzel and a coke, right across the street from Grand Central Station. My hotel was fittingly in the garment district, and I spent a lot of time just walking around the neighborhood, window shopping and marveling at the industry at my feet. I walked all over Greenwich Village, Soho, Tribeca, Chinatown, the Financial District and over the Brooklyn Bridge; then up to Midtown, Central Park and the Upper East and West Sides. I braved my fear of heights at the top of the Empire State Building. I ate a bunch of street food (my favorite by far was the ice cream truck), was in couture heaven walking down 5th Avenue, waved at Bryant Park, and even had a run in (literally) with Michael Kors, who was running into The Met while I was walking out.
It’s impossible to put the sheer giddiness that I felt while I was there into a few sentences in a paragraph. It’s a lifelong obsession that grows with each day. I currently live in San Francisco, and it is genuinely home to me. I love it here, but there’s something quite special about being on the streets in New York. I felt more alive, more tuned in, more connected to something bigger than me, and very personal at the same time. New York inspires the best in me…why not celebrate that?
After I came home, I started reading books on the history of New York City, devoured documentaries, and even found myself watching television shows and movies on cable that I would ordinarily pass over, but because one of the main characters was New York, I would tune in. Even shows that I had been watching for years suddenly had a deeper meaning to me (Sex in the City, Project Runway, any of the Law & Order series, The Real Housewives of New York City, The Best Thing I Ever Ate). This year, I’ve added Selling New York and Unique Eats to the mix, since real estate in New York City fascinates me, and my love for food knows no bounds.
My next trip can’t come fast enough, but my little valentine to New York City makes the time fly by that much faster until I can get on a plane and find my way back.
I (heart) NY
Until next week (and my next obsession)!
Graphics by: Michelle
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