This is a thing, right? There’s no way I’m the only one who imagines waking up in a tiny apartment somewhere in the city and running down to the nearest Starbucks to get a $5 coffee I can’t afford? Am I really fantasizing about this nightmare of a life?
No, not really.
Technically, I want to live in a gorgeous loft in the East Village and spend my weekends exploring the ins and outs of The City That Never Sleeps. But there’s something about the idea of being young and broke (ish) in New York City that appeals to me. In the city somewhere, living a life between Carrie Bradshaw and a struggling writer waiting for her big break.
Almost every book I read revolves around a young twenty-something year old who moved to the city and lives paycheck to paycheck trying to make ends meet. Does this sound ideal in the slightest bit? No. At all, actually. But something about that lifestyle is romanticized in my head and I’m slightly itching for it.
It’s sort of a rite-of-passage, isn’t it?
Leaving home… starting your new life on your own. I’ve always wanted to move to another city, and I’ve been in love with Manhattan since the day I first visited as a naive 11 year old girl. The lights. The cold. The hustle and bustle. The fact that at any time, the streets are filled with people going somewhere and trying to get there fast.
Since my first time visiting, I’ve been back to the city three more times, two being within a year of each other. It’s my favorite place to go, be comfortable in, and no matter how many times you’ve been, there’re always a million new sights to see.
What am I getting at?
I’m not sure. It’s just a thought that’s been roaming my mind for the past few days. I find myself attached to books with this theme; not wanting to put them down and my eyes glued to the pages at all hours of the night. Maybe I’ll do it when I graduate. I won’t be *that* broke considering I’ll be a Registered Nurse with a Bachelor’s Degree. I can make ends meet, can’t I? For now I’ll be here, in humid, sunny (loose term at the moment), Miami, Fl. December will be here before I know it, & I’ll soon be your favorite, blogging nurse.
Thanks for sitting in on my fantasy for a bit… I’m sure you had nothing else to do.
P.S. Two of my favorite books this year have been Sweetbitter by Stephanie Danler and The Regulars by Georgia Clark. Words feed the soul, so never stop reading.