I’m probably a bit delayed on this post, particularly if you’re one of the friends or family members that I haven’t quite gotten the chance to catch up with. But, in case you managed to miss it (aka, don’t follow me on any single form of social media), I just got back from a wild week in The Greatest City in the World – New York.
And yes, that was a Hamilton reference.
The main purpose of my trip was for work, but I was fortunate enough to tack on a weekend to the beginning of it – and a 3-day one at that.
There’s just something about New York City, you know? Whether you’re admiring the skyline from the opposite side of the river or meandering around Times Square or drinking beer in the back of a windowless bar during the NFL playoff games, there’s just such an energy. It can be absolutely exhausting (I don’t think I’ve ever craved sleep as much as I did that week), but it’s simultaneously exhilarating (no part of me actually wanted to indulge in that sleep that I craved).
People keep asking me if I’ll ever move there. I would love to say yes, but besides the obvious hindering factor (ehem, rent’s expensive), I also don’t know if I could actually be there 24/7.
Well, that’s not entirely true.
I know that I could, but I think it would be so easy for me to be continuously caught up in the speed of the city. At this point in my life, I already have a hard time slowing down sometimes, and I know myself far too well to not think I’d try to keep up with mad Manhattan – all the time. But maybe that’s the whole fun of it?
So, who knows? Maybe I could live there. Perhaps one day, I will.
But for now, I’ll settle for magical weekends full of friends, snow, and Broadway shows.
And no matter what, I’ll see you soon, New York City.