“I didn’t know the city at all, but I was so happy to be in New York I cried. I was so excited.”
I'm 31,000 feet in the air and I've tried to start this blog post four times. I'm trying to figure out what exactly I want this blog to be about, and I’m struggling. I'm a little out of my element on this one. Study abroad blogs are easier. You write about the places you went, the things you saw, the things you did, and a lot about the things you ate. But what do you do with New York City? This is the Capital of the World. People all over the globe dream about this place. If you can make it here, you can make it anywhere. It's all glitz and glamor and fashion, and I'm here for a job. I am here to work. I mean, don't get me wrong I am going to slaaaay here. The food and the people and the adventures I am going to come across are undoubtedly going to change my life. But there's so much that goes into this place, how do I choose a direction of what to write about? Is that even possible?
If you choose to stick around for the next few weeks, you'll probably find this page riddled with raves about food and rants about public transportation. You'll probably hear about the hard knock life of living in a dorm with strangers, the lack of sleep, and the stress. But you’ll also hear about the the looking for lovely, the fantastic things I find, and the magical little moments where New York takes my breath away. This is going to be a blog about my life and times in New York. These posts are probably going to be eclectic and frustrated and romanticized, just like this city. I'm too indecisive to be professional and choose a blog direction, and I can't figure out a single writing theme that unifies all of New York (and honestly, knowing New York, I feel bad assuming there is such a thing) so you'll find me writing about all of them.
I am out of my element, but I'm breathing. I am nervous, but I am so ready for this. I don't know how the next ten weeks are going to go. But there are a few things I know to be certain. We are landing. I am 22 years old and New York City is now my playground. This is going to be hard. But this is going to be so so fun. I am brave and I am relentless I am going to make it here. This place is going to change me, and I cannot wait to be better for it.