NY ♥ NY

Though I’ve lived in New York City for about two years now, I have only just begun to feel comfortable as “a New Yorker.” Of course, the slow adjustment may be attributed to my incredibly bad sense of direction and my anxiety-inducing fear of getting lost (coupled with the fact that I surround myself with people who know their way around so well that I usually just play follow-the-leader). Nevertheless, NYC seems to cultivate independence sooner or later, in that if you can’t find your way around alone, you will never leave your room (I learned this the hard way, of course). I feel like several things have recently helped build up my sense of independence – that is, my sense of being a New Yorker. Holding down different jobs – interning and becoming social-media-savvy at Undercurrent, hostessing at Sea. Having a boyfriend with a penchant for eating out at a hip, new restaurant every other day (thus taking me all over NYC with him in search of the perfect burger). Living in my first real apartment (i.e. not a dorm) for the summer in Brooklyn. Paying for said apartment. Understanding that the N train runs local on weekends but will otherwise take you to Canal St. instead of Prince St on weekdays. I guess this blog will be my attempt to talk about those experiences while getting myself to write on a regular basis. Bear with me while I get used to the blogosphere. Now to leave you with a picture that suggests I am the complete opposite of an independent New Yorker.

(my parents and I acting tourist-y earlier this year)