Nostalgia in New York City

Last week I had the privilege of returning to New York City with a group of fellow Fashion Merchandising students. We attended the National Retail Federation Student Program which was a great experience. We arrived Thursday and visited Orion Fashions headquarters, where I did my internship over the summer as well as another company’s headquarters, Giggle. We had a nice Italian dinner and then went back to the hotel for a good nights sleep before the conference started on Friday. The whole day on Thursday I didn’t feel anything special. I was happy to be going back to New York but I wasn’t excited, per-say. Friday… that all changed.

I woke up a little earlier and walked down the street to Starbucks. Yeah, I’m a Starbucks snob. WHATEVER! It was freezing cold and I still had my pajamas on under my coat but the feelings that came rushing to me were so overpowering it makes me feel it all over again while I write this.

I don’t know why this happened and I don’t know why it happened then instead of as soon as I saw the city but I won’t question it. I was alone in New York City again, just like the majority of my summer was spent.

Back up, I haven’t yet specified and you may be thinking the “feelings” I was having were bad but let me clarify. They were fantastic feelings. These were such good feelings I may have actually been smiling while I was walking down the street (which is a definite no-no for a true New Yorker). Walking alone down 8th Ave Friday morning brought me back to a time in my life that was the most emotionally trying for me to date. I left NYC in August with quite a negative feeling about the place. Who knows what triggered my happy feels last Friday. The sounds, the smells (granted, not a real strong point of the city), the taxis… I have no idea. All I know is that when I left New York after living there for three months I kind of hated it. But I think what I really hated was not having my people there to physically share it with. Now I’ve realized that there’s more to it than I’ve ever known. New York City made me realize what was important to me in my life and I truly believe that it turned me into the strong and motivated person I am right now. The city changed me.

Moral of the story… NYC is my spirit city and its a beautiful and magical place. I’ll never forget that. And here are a few pictures of being in love with New York City looks like.



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