Today, while speed-walking across Central Park to meet my friend at the Met, I had one of those “Holy _______” moments. Looking at groups of friends picnicking on the lawns, families playing on the rocks, runners getting their workouts in, and everyone else just going about their daily lives it finally hit me—I’m one of those people. This is my life. I live here.
The past few weeks have been a whirlwind. I’ve been running from event to event—from uptown to downtown and everywhere in between. I’ve been on more subways and New Jersey Transit busses than I can count—commuting in and out of the city every weekend. I feel like I’ve been all over but simultaneously, I feel like I have the whole city to see.
As the constant hustle and bustle becomes more of a normal thing, it’s starting to really sink in. I still pinch myself every time Empire State of Mind comes on shuffle but other than that, I’ve come to terms with the fact that living in New York City is no longer a dream. It’s my reality.
Here’s to one month NYC.