...I could write & write for the rest of my days about how connected I feel to New York City, I find myself returning annually to get my fix - it's like a f*cking moth to a flame. Every time I leave, I feel like I have new blood in my veins - and it's addictive. Don't look at the cost of getting there, NYC is f*cking expensive so you should probably prepare yourself to sell your god damn grandma to get there if you have to. Tip; make some friends in the city, if you're intrusive & persistent like me they'll let you live like a local (aka - occupy their shoebox apartment) and this will save you some dollars $$. These $$$ can be used for activities such as; eating, drinking, watching some stand up comedy in a dive bar or perhaps even purchasing a singular 'Tim Tam' - an aussie delicacy which will cost you f*cking $3 for ONE. Like, I have never felt more robbed in my entire life - which is why I purchased 3 for good measure, to make sure I was extra "shitted-off".
Here's a little glimpse of NYC through my eyes, summed up by my favourite writers -
One belongs to New York instantly, one belongs to it as much in five minutes as in five years
- Tom Wolf
“Each neighborhood of the city appeared to be made of a different substance, each seemed to have a different air pressure, a different psychic weight: the bright lights and shuttered shops, the housing projects and luxury hotels, the fire escapes and city parks.”
- Teju Cole, Open City
“Quite simply, I was in love with New York. I do not mean “love” in any colloquial way, I mean that I was in love with the city, the way you love the first person who ever touches you and you never love anyone quite that way again.” — Joan Didion, “Goodbye To All That”
“I believe in New Yorkers. Whether they’ve ever questioned the dream in which they live, I wouldn’t know, because I won’t ever dare ask that question.” — Dylan Thomas
“I love New York, even though it isn’t mine, the way something has to be, a tree or a street or a house, something, anyway, that belongs to me because I belong to it.”
— Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany’s
I went to New York to be born again - for the umpteenth time.