Helllloooo friends, fans, family, and followers!! Welcome to my first Thoughtful Thursday editorial! Ready for some verbal diarrhea? Good. Here we go! So there’s this man who likes to ride the 6 train from time-to-time (I’ve encountered him twice now) singing songs and spreading joy among grumpy commuters and starry-eyed tourists alike. Now, you may be thinking, “Nikki... there are tons of guys who sing on the subway. Why the eff should we care about this particular guy?”
I’m so glad you asked! You should absolutely care about this guy because as soon as he enters your subway car, his booming voice fills the air with the most brilliant opening line I’ve ever heard:
"New York City: Where the girls are pretty and they all have jobs."
And then he sings Under the Boardwalk. If he wasn’t smelly and most likely homeless, I’d probably marry him.
Truer words have never been spoken, my dears. New York City is FILLED with power women in power suits power walking to their power meetings. I’m very blessed to be able to call so many of them my dearest friends.
I guess I never really thought of myself as one of these women until very recently. It was my birthday last month and my best bear wrote me the sweetest message on Facebook:
And it suddenly dawned on me that I DO stomp down the streets of NYC like I own the damn place. Sorry I'm not sorry. I’m coming up on three glorious years in this city, and I’ve never felt more at home.
I love everything about this city. I love the hustle, bustle, and energy of 8 million people working hard to make it. I love being surrounded by massive buildings that only add to the grandeur and status of our metropolis. I love walking around thinking about how much history has been jammed into these narrow streets. I even love all the random smells of halal carts and hobo pee that somehow mix perfectly into what I like to call Eau de Ew.
I might not actually own NYC, but I certainly feel like I do. And that’s part of the magic of this city. It’s the perfect place to get so lost that you have no choice but to find yourself. And find myself I did.
Stomping 'round these parts, xx Nikbear