It’s no secret that I’m a huge big New-York-ophile. (What? If you can be an ‘Anglo-phile’ then surely you can be a ‘New-York-ophile too, right?) I’ve previously blogged about the many ways I Heart New York and here I am writing about The Big Apple yet again except this time I’m taking a look back at the things I learnt on my most recent trip.
Location is everything
I’d always done the typical tourist thing – staying in hotels slap bang in the middle of everything. The buzz you get from looking out of your room window and seeing the Empire State Building is unreal, trust me. Anyhoo, this time around I decided I want to live the life of a ‘real New Yorker’ so I rented a gorgeous studio apartment instead. Except… the apartment was in East Harlem. I mean no offence to anyone who may live in East Harlem, but let’s just say… you don’t have much eye-candy going on do ya? If tattoos on necks and trousers so low you see butts & boxers do it for you then yeah, sure. But for me, who likes a man to look a little cleaner and smarter, hmmm not so much. Guess who will be staying back downtown on her next trip to NYC?
I’m ballsy, but I’m not that ballsy
As mentioned in my last post, although I’m not ballsy enough to make eyes at a cute guy I see out, I am ballsy enough to up-sticks and travel across the Atlantic ocean for 10 nights in a foreign country all on my lonesome. However despite plenty of people telling me I do should it and despite a part of me actually wanting to do it – I totally chickened out of going to a New York bar on my own. Going to breakfast, lunch or dinner solo I can do no problem. Walking into a packed bar at night-time to drink a cocktail or glass of wine? Urgh. For some reason the idea fills me with dread. So yep, I’m a big fat non-balls-having wuss.
Being single in New York, rocks!
Being single in New York seems waaahay more exciting. I met up with lots of awesome NYC bloggers/tweeters while I was out there and they made me realise they all have so much more going on that I do. They actually date. More than one person in some cases. They take guys home from bars, they kick guys out of bed, they have exciting text conversations with guys they meet at the beach, they go to ‘bring a single friend of the opposite sex’ parties, they date guys they meet at work. Me, I have nothing going on. Nada. Zilch. I get the distinct feeling I’d have a better time being single out there than I do here in London, *sigh*.
I need to make the move, and soon
I’ve played with the idea for a long time now but this trip convinced me that I need to experience living in New York. Whether it’s for 6 months or for 6 years, this is something I need to make happen. I don’t want to get to 80 years old and look back on my life with sad regret. I mean jeez, who else would get emotional while hearing Jay-Z & Alicia Key’s ‘Empire State of Mind’ on her last night in New York, other than someone who is meant to live there? (Disclaimer: there is a huge chance the emotion was brought on by the many margaritas on the rocks I consumed, but hey…)
So, this is the deal – I need a job, a sponsor, a work permit/visa or even just a New Yorker willing to marry me. Any offers?