
My first experience of Manhattan was on a sub-zero day in mid January. It was so cold, I could feel the winter chill all the way through my ten layers of clothing, my pale frozen face grinning from ear to ear with excitement and anticipation. I even braved The Staten Island ferry, there I was standing and quivering outside in the cold, anxiously clutching my hot chocolate as the ferry glided past The Statue of Liberty. I was in pure ecstasy and vowed that one day I would be back to experience more of this mesmerizing city. Seven years later, I found myself once again on JFK airport, only this time I would build a home in this fascinating city. As luck would have it, I arrived at the start of a heat wave.
For weeks the most significant question people ask me is, “ … so, how is Manhattan?!?!?!”. And it has taken me some time to formulate the perfect answer. Manhattan is an unending erratic city of daily frustrations, occasional unpleasantness, daily tests of will and courage, filled with people from of all over the world. It is a mixture of old and new, past and present, crazy and sane, vintage, contemporary and pure beauty, nostalgia and myth, lore and history all bound together in an individual manner for each person. Everyday you exchange hello’s with people you may never see again, the 24 hour sirens that go off shortly become what helps you fall asleep at night, the taxi drivers anxiously honking their day away become the norm and everyday you find something new, strange and unusual that makes you stop and take another look, it leaves a lasting impression and changes how you perceive things. You can’t help but gaze at this city’s glories; it’s tremendous beauty and all the elements that make it so unique. Its strength and flaws, its irritations and its triumphs, it is so inspiring, so exhilarating and YES, I love every single crazy minute of it.
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