There's a stereotype out there that New Yorkers are impatient assholes who have neither the time nor the politeness to deal with us bright eyed bushy tailed tourists from out yonder. I'm not saying that's untrue, but the New Yorkers I came across were nothing short of amazing (except that one grumpy manicurist who seemed to find pleasure in taking his grief out on me. I hate people sometimes). Even despite the few grinches, I really can see myself living there. Now I'm not without self awareness (well tbh cousin Ngozi's awareness ) and I realize that spending the summer in the city has put a nice warm, snow exempt glow on what living here must be truly like. All that aside here are a few things I've enjoyed from my #hotgirlsummer spent in the big apple:
1. The people. Hands down. One of my favorite memories is sitting outside the packed patio of Bed-Vyne Brew, watching locals walk up and greet each other with the kind of familiarity that makes you miss your childhood friends. And it's not just that they're people, it's that they're black people. Varied black people. African black, European black, Brooklyn black. It's a different kind of refreshing to be surrounded by your people, and I was born and raised in the motherland! See how the valley has immunized me from my roots?
2. The food. In LA if I want good Nigerian food, I'm driving 45 mins in traffic to Veronica's in Inglewood. In NY, if I want good African food I'm walking 5 mins to Paradis Des Gouts. Nuff said.
3. The stoop parties! I was never invited to one because I guess I wasn't cool enough lol, but riding my bike through Brooklyn on a Saturday evening, watching people grill, hearing music blast, and rolling through the waters of an open fire hydrant made me feel like I was living my best Spike Lee movie joint life
So far I've talked of things I loved. Here's some I hate:
4. The city. lol. If I ever lived in NY, my ideal package would be to live and work in Brooklyn and never leave. And if I did leave, it'd be to journey into lower manhattan because at least that's only a short subway ride away.
5. The bugs, the heat, and the humidity! The holy trinity from hell. I'm not exaggerating when I say I was bitten over 30 times. It wouldn't be so bad if I had Wolverine type regenerative powers, but my skin does. not. heal. This means I have scars for souvenirs that I'll be brandishing for an unforeseen amount of time.
Maybe it's because of Trump, or maybe it's because I'm getting older, but these past few years really have me feeling like anything can happen. If you know me, I've always said I want to live in New York. I was fortunate enough to have the summer, fortunate enough to have a job that let's me work from my computer, and fortunate enough to have my Gemini right brain out-convince the left brain (I'm the queen of talking myself out of things 🙄) so we made it happen! I really do plan to continue carrying this spirit of "Getterdone!". Our futures are not promised on this earth, no time will ever be right, and we'll never have enough money. But if we're trying to make moves, we just gotta put our ducks in a row and someway, somehow, go out there and make it happen.