The CITY

My 5-night long tryst with the city confirmed my feelings that I have to move there. I don’t know if it was the Sunday morning walk through the park, the afternoons spent walking through the village, snacking on cupcakes on a bench, or the fantastic nights sent in tiny bars and venues hat did it, but I’m sold. If I can’t move out to Madrid, New York is the next best thing and half the distance.

I made sure to do some of the quintessential New York things for a 21 year old- shopping in union square, getting hit on my a fire fighter, using the metro to save money and hailing cabs to save my aching feet from walking more in heels. I bought into the consumer culture and admired Prada as both Carrie Bradshaw and an architecture student.

Lets just say that its very dangerous to take a break mid semester to the other coast and think that you’ll be able to return home to the same routines.

And in order to keep my feet on the ground and head out of the skyscrapers, I’ll leave my trip at that. Some people leave their heart in San Francisco, but I’m over that. Mine’s in Manhattan.

And because they took such good care of us, check out Vice magazine and Fader magazine for their coverage and involvement in CMJ and to see what I may or may not have been up to at the Cake Shop and 88 Delancy.