I recently went to New York for eight days and had an amazing time, spending most of my time coveting the bookstores and doing all the touristy things (oh, and eating. There was a lot of eating). During that time, here are ten things that New York taught me:
1. New York winters are brutal.
Want to know my theory for why Frozen is an animated movie? It’s because snow is cold, y’all. Who wants to act in snow for however long it takes to make a movie? No one, that’s who. Don’t get me wrong; I’m Australian and we don’t get snow at home, so I still think it is one of the prettiest things I’ve ever seen … BUT it’s cold and it hurts your face and when it melts it turns into icy, cold slush which makes you actually think you can feel your feet turning blue when you step into it. I prefer my slushies flavored and coming in a cup from the 7/11, and not in my sock, thanksverymuch.
2. When a New Yorker says, “Take a cab,” you really should take their advice.
Don’t pshaw it and then walk for another two hours because you’re convinced it’s “just around the corner” and “it’s good exercise to burn off that pizza/Thai food/Brooklyn diner chicken pot pie” that I ate in the last two hours. You’ll end up needing to sit down, and conveniently the place that you sit down will be Crumbs Bake shop, and all that walking will become redundant as you bite into one of those so-freaking-good-quarter-of-your-daily-calorie-count-cupcakes anyway. Also: the Staten Island Ferry is no where near the Meat Packing District, just FYI.
3. Newsies is the greatest.
You *must* go see it. It’s so good it’s ridiculous. Whoever wrote it is a bonafide genius, let me tell you that right now. It’s like West Side Story meets Annie with the catchy music aspect of every single thing that Disney produces.
5. American Girl = the best thing ever.
Also, the most expensive thing ever. I first went to New York when I was 11 (see below), and although I was at that awkward age when I didn’t want to be babyish and play with dolls, I still wanted an American Girl doll. Over the years, I’ve collected multiple Just Like You dolls, Samantha, Nellie, and Elizabeth. On this past trip, I didn’t buy a doll because a) I’m 18, b) they’re super expensive and c) my other ones just sit collecting dust, but I did buy the latest American Girl movie, Saige Paints the Sky, because American Girl, like Disney, pumps something into the air which makes it impossible to leave without buying something.
6. TV shows are a ‘brand’.
Is it a common thing that TV shows in America have their own clothing line, or is it just an ABC Family thing? It’s bizarre, that’s what it is. Don’t get me wrong though, I may have bought more than a few pieces from Aeropostale’s Pretty Little Liars collect … #sorrynotsorry
7. It’s so easy to get lost.
Yes, I know New York’s streets are supposed to be numbered and idiot-proof and easy to follow, but they’re just not. For starters, I don’t know the difference between east and west because I don’t go around carrying a compass because I’m not a Girl Scout. Secondly, I’m an idiot who can’t find her way around a city that she’s been living in since she was four, let alone a city where I think I’m walking towards Times Square, when, no, it’s just another building with bright lights which makes me dazed and confused, like a deer caught in headlights.
8. It’s so easy to celebrity spot.
Or think you’ve celebrity spotted, I don’t know which is which anymore. Anyways, that woman wearing that coat with the hood that basically covered everything including most of her face so it was really hard to see who she was? Totally Cameron Diaz.
9. New York is adorable.
Like two 5 year olds holding hands adorable. From a massive “LOVE” statue near the Garment district, to letting people write down wishes for 2015 that they’ll release along with the ball on New Years Eve, to a weird statue that predicts your “true love” in Times Square, New York is pretty cute — garbage on the side of the streets aside, of course. It’s like New York has it’s own distinct personality.
10. Someday, someday I will move there.
Someday. Because, despite the craziness of New York, the weather and the fact that I can’t find my way around to save my life, New York has this magical quality about it that makes it irresistible. Maybe it’s the fact that cabs beep every five seconds and peace and quiet is a rarity; maybe it’s the fact that you’re never two feet away from a Starbucks; maybe it’s the fact that New York is a mishmash of people, places and things, that form a patchwork quilt of sorts that seem to fit together in a way that no other city manages.