It’s been exactly a week since I’ve been home from New York and I’ve had a good bit of time to reflect on my trip. While I’m so happy to be back in Louisiana, I can’t help but miss the hustle of the city. I’ve noticed myself getting bored so much easier than I did before… I guess because I’m in the mind set that I have to go go go when I actually have nothing to do… I had to lower my step counter goal from 10,000 steps to 3,000 steps and I can’t even reach that many. My legs are probably thanking me for the break.
Before I get into more details of my trip, I want to touch base on the Lafayette shooting. I’m still so shaken up by the whole thing. There I was in New York city, the smallest place with the largest population, constantly worrying about a terrorist attack or an act of public violence happening. It’s just expected to happen there. When it happens in the place I called home for an entire year, I can’t really wrap my head around it. A place that welcomed me so generously, a community I pushed away so willingly because I knew I couldn’t get attached to it, has somehow latched onto my heart strings anyway. Why would anyone target such a warm and happy place? One would think it’s much more likely to happen in New York. I can’t stop thinking about that. The irony of the whole situation is just kind of insane. I’m so happy no one I knew got hurt, especially since some of my favorite people live only a few miles away from the crime scene. But my heart aches for the girls who died and the families who have to deal with the trauma. I just can’t believe it happened in Lafayette.
On a lighter note, I want to talk about being a local of New York. And how much it must suck. I’m sure you’re confused as to why I’m saying that, but I have good reason. To live in New York–in the best city in the world–would be a dream of mine and I’m lucky to have experienced it even for a month this summer. But sense I did temporarily live there, I feel like I can’t exactly call myself a tourist anymore. I know the streets too well. I found my favorite sushi restaurant and taken local yoga classes. And yes, I did eventually figure out the subway system (hallelujah). After being in the city for so long, it seems to lose it’s magic… One of my best friends from Lafayette came to visit New York for the first time and she reminded me of 10-year-old Caroline getting giddy at every little thing she saw. I could actually see the excitement in her eyes while walking through Times Square. I had forgotten what that felt like until then. It became a norm for me to push through the tourists and not make eye contact with the people I’d pass. And for some reason, I’m a little upset about that. New York will always have something over me, but it’s not as powerful as it used to be. That’s how it must feel for the locals. The worst part about living in New York is feeling like the tourists are hogging the city from you. It’s nearly impossible to enjoy your own home because it’s invaded with foreigners carrying selfie sticks. While on the Brooklyn Bridge, this woman on her bike was weaving through pedestrians screaming “Get out of my city!”, and I don’t blame her one bit. You can’t even jog through your favorite park on the weekend because it’s so crowded and people move so slowly; I feel bad for them. Plus it smells.
The good thing about being a New York native is the fact that you get to call it your own. It’s your’s to keep and your’s to share. You never run out of things to do or places to eat or talents to find. I love that darn, overcrowded city. I miss it already.
Here are some (well, many) pictures of my last adventures through the city:
The Museum at FIT was inspiring. When I walked through, there were a few groups of middle school students making sketches based on the designs they saw in front of them. Seeing all those young aspiring designers was so cool to me– it’s rare for someone that young to know what they want to do in life and actually work for it and be good at it. The museum consists completely of student made clothing and has a few donations from Alexander Wang, Ralph Lauren, etc.
The Chinese exhibit in the Metropolitan Museum of Art is insane; I was drooling. Anna Wintour put the fashion part of the exhibit together with ancient Chinese garments and compared them to modern clothing inspired by that specific piece.
I’m still in a New York state of mind but I’m so happy to be home with my friends and family! Maybe next summer I can spend all of June AND July up there. Possibly even take an internship. We shall see.
If anyone wants a new blog to follow, my NY roommate has started up a lifestyle blog to talk about fashion, food, and her up and coming life in New York! She’s cool as a cucumber so check it out. Oh, have I ever mentioned she’s a model?… https://kristenyc.wordpress.com/about/