I will never fall out of love with New York. I know why people leave but I don’t know why people leave (hope that makes sense).
The hustle of this city can eat your soul right out of your body and you’re left with a cardboard box-like studio apartment, ramen noodles for dinner and all of your smart friends have left and moved to Charlotte. There is no stroll happening here. We are all in a hurry to get to the next moment. The train waits for 2.5 seconds and the doors close on you barely missing your face. You make eye contact with millions of people everyday and not one word is spoken. It can be rude and alarming to live here. If you let it.
This August makes two years that I’ve been a NY resident (yet I still haven’t changed my license, #DJM). I realized in my first year that in order for me to stay sane and not smack a ninja I had to find something new to fall in love with constantly. There are so many gems hidden on every block. Everywhere I walk I’m reminded of how beautiful this city is.
Last week I was in NoLita (a beautiful neighborhood North Of Little Italy, get it) for Ursula Stephen’s brunch. After we filled our bellies with delish pastries and applewood smoked sausages we headed outside to do what every Black New Yorker hates–hail a cab. Since the cabbies where like…”nah, you can’t sit with us”, we noticed one of the most beautiful NYC murals I’ve seen.
The piece is by artist Kelsey Montague. I’d be crazy to tell you the exact location. That’s the joy of New York City street art. Searching. Finding. Snapping. Sharing.
So go forth young child (lol, I’ve always wanted to write that) and find the next great piece of joy!