It’s almost 3.30am and I begin writing this post with an overwhelming feeling of nostalgia for the few days I spent in New York a couple of years ago. Often when I can’t sleep, I try and visualise where I want to be and what my life will be like in the future and every time, my imagination transports me to New York. From a young age, I fell in love with the city through movies, books and the media; it always seemed like such a glamorous city – cocktails, shopping and high heels (blame Sex and The City) – I thought it was magical. In reality, the city is ( like any other) dirty, crowded and polluted. But to me, it’s beautiful, extraordinary – more magical than any fictional lifestyle.
My experience of New York was surreal, I kept looking up in wonder at all the buildings and feeling like I’d walked straight on to a movie set. There was an air of determination, of independence and success. The thousands of people that thronged the streets would seem claustrophobic and stressful to some but to me, the hoards were thrilling. The hustle and bustle of commuters and tourists gave me energy and made me feel alive. And yet, just the other side of the city, a walk through Central Park felt like a form of meditation. The beautiful landscape was home to dog walkers, yoga bunnies and roller skaters – everyone immersed in their own activity and yet simultaneously at one with nature, enjoying the peace and serenity of the natural environment. The diversity of life was overwhelming.
I took this photo of the yellow cab from my hotel room, where I repeatedly found myself sitting on the floor at night and watching life from above. It’s true that the city never sleeps. And one day, I’m gonna be a part of that.
Love, Beth xo.