I’m writing to you on one of those beautiful spring days where there’s not a cloud in the sky, the weather is a comfortable 66 degrees, and people are starting to remember that outside exists. This is my favorite time of year in NYC because there’s such a relief in the air. “We made it past the cold months! There IS beauty in the world! Let me buy you a cup of coffee, stranger!!!” (Everyone buys each other coffee this time of year)
When the weather is nice, people’s complaints about the city vanish instantly. Suddenly, it starts to feel like all that hype of “greatest city in the world” is actually true, because look! In the morning, I can get the best bagel I’ve ever had then digest it in a sunny park and maybe see some friends or go on a walk and see some cute dogs and then in the evening, I can dine at crazy delicious restaurants that exist within a five-mile radius from me and after that I can go out and spend $15 on a drink, but I’m not even mad about it! Look at all this stuff that exists right next to me! What a gift that is!!!
Nobody feels that way about New York in the winter. And I’m not talking about “Christmas time” because I know there’s a lot of romance around snowy walks in Central Park during the holiday season (which, I’m sorry, I couldn’t care less about). I’m talking about the slog of winter months from January - frankly end of April (this week has been COLD). Nobody wakes up to a 20 degree gray sky and thinks “how lucky am I to live in this glorious city, where the world is at my fingertips!” No! Everybody think “Fuck this shit” and then cries on their stuffy commute (this is a universal experience).
But when the trees bloom and the air is crisp, people start to remember why they live here. Why they put up with 48 weeks of misery for only four weeks of bliss (two in May and two in October — another great time to experience the city). Why they haven’t left even though they constantly threaten to!!!
Is this worth it? I really don’t know. I do love living in New York but I know my mental health would be better if I lived somewhere that didn’t alternate between an icebox and a sauna every six months. So really who’s to say. Frankly, by the time I figure it out, the city may very well be underwater anyway. And that’s gonna be something I ponder on this very gorgeous Earth Day!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thanks for reading! Hope you’re enjoying this revitalizing time :’) Here’s a picture of me in an insane wig:
TTYL!!! <3 <3