... A serious posts that is. I like to keep things light and fun here, but after a lot of reflection I have to lay down some real thoughts and feels. It helps if you sing it along with R Kelly's "Ignition Remix." I already got you started right there at the top, so just keep on keepin' on with a story "hot and fresh out the kitchen."
My first night spent in the city, I was having dinner with my dad in Midtown. Thoughts of safety and the nature of my new life had been the only topic on his mind, understandably, and we spent another meal discussing the present and future.
Anyone that is lucky enough to have spent time with my family knows the character and nature of my father- specifically his ability to spark a conversation with anyone, especially over toddies. So it wasn't unusual when the man next to my dad joined our conversation and shared some words of wisdom.
The man was a native New Yorker and spent most of the conversation telling us about his excursions around the world. His experiences were incredible to say the least. His hands showed us the height and structure of the buildings he has built, his accent demonstrated the tough nature up his upbringing in the Bronx, and eyes sparkled when he talked about his daughters and family. All of this life experience, yet his eyebrows still raised in disbelief upon hearing the fact a Kansas City girl received a position with a top designer. This is a gesture I have become accustomed to from people I meet and whom recognize the Tom Ford name, but after hearing of his extraordinary life, this was the last response I expected from this man.
Before departing, we thanked him for sharing his stories but couldn't leave before being told something that has been ringing in my ears for 3 months:
"New York will rip you apart... then piece you together in a whole different way. You'll never be the same."
Through multiple series of events, I can say I am an entirely different person. I returned home for a weekend in February and it wasn't the same, waking into my sorority felt different and the room I returned to instantly felt nostalgic and oh-so-John Hughes.
Living, traveling and consistently being alone has brought my a sense of inner peace and acceptance I think I've needed for a long time. College is that weird limbo period of needing mom and dad yet "being on your own."* But this real world experience has granted me the kick in the butt one gets when they have to figure things out for themselves and spend some time alone.
This past Sunday was my first holiday alone and I spent it with the beautiful people and sights of Coney Island. With only one month left of my time in the city, I plan on taking advantage of the spring weather and sharing my adventures more!
*calling the shots on your pizza order.
