even though i cringe at the pretentiousness behind this sentiment, i know why New Yorkers call the city "the center of the universe". you can feel the grandeur when you step off the plane. people here seem to live with more purpose than they do in other cities. they're proud to live here. you can tell, even without them saying anything. (even though they're usually saying it.)
things happen here. movies are made. musicians are born. designers are discovered. deals go down. yet the crazy thing is, you can miss things happening just around the corner from you. the buildings create a bubble out of each block, keeping its secrets from all the others.
i'm glad i'm getting the opportunity to live here for a little while. to use my legs as my primary mode of transportation. to wake up to the bustling sounds of the city. to explore all each neighborhood has to offer. and to discover the less romantic side of living here. how the smell of urine (human? animal? sewer? we'll never know...) creeps up from the sidewalk at least once a block. how cereal is $6 a box (good thing i prefer bagels). how walking gets old.
and the rats. i'd heard about them. i'd even seen them before. but a few nights ago, i kicked one. mid-stride, while wearing sandals. the feeling of that warm, furry, rabid rat body against my bare foot was enough to make me gag all the way across the 1st Avenue crosswalk. hell of a way to kick off football season, eh?
but despite all it's dark secrets, the city's secret treasures are what interest me most. so i brave the rats, tell my poor, tired, suburban legs to rally, grab my metro card and embark on an adventure every afternoon.
here's what my iPhone saw that didn't make the instagram cut:
sunset in the West Village. as seen from my dinnertime perch.
(the West Village deserves its own post. fell right in love with it, i did.)
it's a mild pet peeve of mine when people apologize for the shitty iPhone quality of their photos. so i won't do it.
but we all know what's up.
truth be told, i've been a little self-conscious taking photos with my real camera whilst galavanting around the city. not sure why. maybe because it feels a little like a dead giveaway that i'm a tourist, when i'm really trying to get into the whole i'm-a-New-Yorker vibe.
i'll get over it.
also, i was reading a twitter thread yesterday all about the disdain people have for bloggers who center justify their text.
bloggers like this one.
is this annoying? i don't think so. but i rarely read my own blog.
so you decide....