A Ode to New York City

                     Photo credits belong to Miasblog. Taken standing on the steps of the New York Public Library.

I spent this past week in New York City, the city of dreams, and I don't know if it was my trip, the fact that I should be asleep now, or that I cleared my head while taking a shower, but I am feeling poetic and inspired to share my thoughts with you all.

I went to New York for a FPRA trip; it is the PR organization from my school, because in case you weren't aware I am having a midlife crisis trying to figure out "who I want to be when I grow up." Even though LA is probably my one true love and where I plan on living "when I grow up" there were something I discovered and learned about my self in New York.

First off, I loved the independence I felt in New York, because the city comes along with this idea that if you want something you have to get it. By just standing in the crowed Times Square plaza with 100's of people passing you it is so easy to fade. But you can't fade, you can't ever settle for just "hoping" things will go your way you need to feed off of the independence and let it build you up. New York City is a strong city; it has lasted over 100s of years, opening its arms to every person that has washed up on its shore trying to grasp a part of the "American Dream." Even through all of that, the city has become even more glamorous and fabulous than the year before.  

New York City is home to Fashion week, every spring and fall, where it sees the likes of models, designers, and photographers all trying to capture that moment in time along with inspiration to bring them back next year. I think when I was in New York the most "glamorize" moment was in SoHo seeing this couple, one dressed in all black, just standing outside of the Yves Saint Laurent store having a smoke break, encompassing all things fashion week in one moment. The inspiration one gains from New York is enough to make a person believe they can change the world, and often they do.

I love how poetic New York is, how you can pass a mass of people all feeding into the advertisements of Times Square but still find the mom and pop restaurant that has been around since the 50's. I also love how one of the few places in New York that you get to pause and just reflect on your day and life is in a subway cart, standing next to 20 other strangers, who all have stories of love, passion, and hardships of their own but in that moment you'd never guess. The subway is the one time when you are not connected with the rest of the world through the craze of Wi-Fi and 4G but instead just you and the rawness of New York with every creak and crack and turn of the train that takes you from point A to B everyday.

I often have a tendency to over romanticize moments in my life but truthful their is nothing as inspiring as the air you breath in New York City, it is strong and impactful enough to keep people up for hours, in a city that never sleeps, trying to capture that "je ne sais quoi" which is as different for everyone as is their reasoning for being in the city.