Why I love New York
September 3rd, 2010 by admin received No Comments »People ask me what it is about the city that attracts me. What it is that keeps making me wanna go back.
I get confused when people that actually went here ask me the question. It’s like when you are in love and somebody questions why you are with that person. You think (s)he’s perfect and why can’t everybody see that?
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In the city of immigrants, you meet hardworking Mexicans that can’t speak the language but they know how to call you beautiful baby.
In the city of such diversity, you meet strangers that you have absolutely nothing in common with and you have a 35-minute conversation about the world, war, politics, religion and the purpose of life while riding the subway to work.
In the city that never sleeps, the bars are only open until 4AM.
In the city of skinny people and obese people, you have the choice between 2 slices of pizza (1400 kcal) or a large tossed salad for $5.
In the city of “fabulous”, you’ll notice how the skinny bitch with gel-nails is so occupied staring at the goth girl with the huge butt and tiny waistline – until the guy with the tight-tight shorts blocks her the view and makes her obviously uncomfortable.
In the city of “If I can make it here – I’ll make it anywhere” personalities the aspiring writer or actor will be serving you coffee later this afternoon.
In the city of opportunities, you think you’ll look fine in a pair of calvin klein jeans, black shirt and flats at the local hotel bar – but discover that plans change and you should have reconsidered your look for the night as you’re in a cab on your way to The Plaza for a jazz night.
In the city of annoying tourists, you will meet people from other countries in the same situation as you and you will find that you actually don’t want them to go home.
In the city of love, you will see that when one door closes another one opens.
In the city of dreams, there is no limit to what you can achieve!
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The list will go on forever and neither of us have that kind of time. But the few things I mentioned about is what came to mind according to the last months events.
I don’t want to think about the fact that in less than two months I’m on my way back to Denmark!
But for now … I am here. And I am. Happy!



