New York City is the dream place to live. Well it was mine at least. I graduated from a top college (with honors), traveled, moved to this dream city, started "real life," which started out great: lavish dinners, hand crafted cocktails, all black chic outfits, and designer shoes. Does it get any better than this? ...my own company, no rules, no alarm, no work, no class, no due dates. The list goes on.Then I remembered a piece of advice I always passed on to friends: "If it seems to good to be to, it probably is." And that's just was this was...way too good to be true. Jazzy dinners turned into pretending to make it look like we were eating, but really drinking; and designer heels turned into giveaway shoes. Drugs were no longer something that needed to be hidden, and bottle service no longer impressed us.
Luckily, business was still thriving, and I didn't have to hit rock bottom to figure out that my behavior was ridiculous and unsustainable. After a couple months of serious will power, I got myself back on track.
It didn't take long to realize that the city was, of course, the land of opportunity, but also the most fu*ked up place ever. People are always either drinking, sleeping, or working. Maybe not in that order, but definitely those activities. My theory: People work their asses off to pay their obnoxiously high rent, where they sleep, and then drink all the time because they are miserable from constantly working, because they have to pay rent (to sleep). It's a rat race. Not to mention, everything revolves around business and money and how well both are increasing for you. When did this become normal? Does anyone just sit down and enjoy a cup of coffee anymore?
So, I have officially made one of my dreams come true: to live in New York City. And it was, without a doubt, everything it's cracked up to be. And more. Or less?
Where next?