“New York City.
Centre of the universe.”
It’s hard to believe I’ve lived here for over a year now.
Some people call New York their home before they’ve ever really lived here, but
I think I was the opposite. It was like New York discovered me instead of the
other way around. I was privileged enough to be granted the opportunity to go
to school here. And well…
New York owned me within minutes.
Maybe that makes me more of a New Yorker; the fact that I
wasn’t star struck by the Big Apple but rather submerged right into the chaos
from the beginning. I don’t know. However,
what I do know is that this is probably the coolest place in existence. It
might not be for everyone, and some can only take it in small doses. Me? I’m
down right diggin’ it. One hundred percent.
A year ago today I was telling my family in Toronto that I
was the weird one at my school because my day-to-day outfits consisted of jeans
and t-shirts while my classmates sported heeled sneakers and furry coats. Logic
would imply that heels are not the best attire for the woodshop and your Chloe
handbag is in the danger zone when you throw it next to your paints. However,
moving into the fashion design program sparked somewhat of a paradigm shift.
Now it seems more appropriate to strut that furry coat to my fashion culture
class, and plaid shoes seem to just make sense for my sewing and construction
studio. Oh and I probably won’t leave my apartment without my felt bag that
looks as though it was made from that stuff on the floor of your car.
Maybe it was my roommate wearing green lipstick, or my
classmates wearing platform sneakers with ribbon laces. Or maybe it was just
New York City as an entity in itself. Whatever it was, I'm into it.
New York has a hold on me. And it might never let go.
