New York Nostalgia


The other day I was sitting in my favorite coffee shop (probably of all time) Brooklyn Roasting Co in DUMBO (yes, there’s a neighborhood in Brooklyn called DUMBO) and while was browsing through our YouTube videos to see which were the most popular (side note: over a million views?), I stumbled upon our What My $1200 NYC Studio Apartment Looks Like video. I watched Jo and I tour you around my minuscule apartment, and for a second, I flashbacked to those moments living in New York.
If there is one thing that sticks out to me about my time in New York, it’s how tired I was. New York, for me, truly was the city that never sleeps, because between working your a$$ off to pay rent and trying to keep up with all the exciting things happening all day, every day – you just become tired. Cue: coffee. Then, you add trying to be an entrepreneur-creator-travel blogger-youtuber-influencer on top of that…with no money, and you just become even more tired. Cue: another cup of coffee. You know those days where you have five million things to do and right when you finish them, you remember you have that one other thing to do? That felt like every day in New York – which I find pretty weird, that in a city where everything seems convenient, you end up feeling more drained at the end of every day than anywhere else in the world. It’s confusing, really.
But then you visit New York, like I’m doing right now, and you’re in awe. It’s amazing, it’s humongous; there’s “energy” as everyone likes to say. There really isn’t another city like it. You can get 99 cent pizza, or choose from 15 coffee shops in one neighborhood, or attempt to live life like your favorite TV show. This was the city I used to dream of living in. I used to get home from tennis practice and go straight to my big blue couch and watch FRIENDS – oogling at how my life would be similar. I remember obsessing over which NYC college would be best; I remember memorizing the subway map before even moving.
But ok, back to the near present: Since I had nothing to do that day after sitting in the coffee shop in DUMBO, I figured I might as well continue on with my New York flashback moment and walk around that neighborhood where I signed with my first New York agency (I think I went on like two castings max), where I once gave an hour of my time to test out a new app about books for $10, and where I once did a campaign for American Eagle. It feels good, weird, and somewhat grandpa-ish to walk around a neighborhood that you used to frequent, but when you’re now in a different place.
As I made my way onto the Brooklyn Bridge, I scrolled through Quora and found a quote that I wrote down specifically for this blog,

A long time from now will be really soon.

And how truuuuue is that? I have dreamed of living in New York, lived in New York, and moved away from New York. My inner-grandpa would say, “Where did the time go?” I am not 18 years old anymore, but I feel like the same person I did when I moved to New York – the same person but catapulted to a different time. How’s that for your next futuristic thriller, Hollywood?
What I am about to say is going to sound like I literally copy and pasted from a Hallmark card, but for realz:
You may walk the same path literally numerous times, but each time you’ll be in a different phase of your life. I remember walking the Brooklyn Bridge with my dad and grandpa – first moving to New York – to walking Freshman year with friends who needed a place to drink (lol), to walking back from work at the language school I used to teach at, to now, walking it as a full-time blogger and YouTuber – what I wanted to do all these years. It goes to show you that every step counts. Literally.
So whether you’re reading this and wishing you could do what you love to do or if you’re already doing what you love to do, just remember that step in the journey matters. Every event leads to the next; every person you meet has some effect on you; every step you take and every thing you see might influence your next idea.
Good luck out there, kiddos. Grandpa, signing out.

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