When it comes to living in a big city compared to a small town, the choice is obvious. As I sit on my 6 hour train ride from New York, NY to Upstate NY, passing lakes and farms and trees and cows, I’ve decided to make my case for big city living.
I could talk about the food, because oh-em-gee the food is unbelievable. A vast majority of my conversations revolve around what I’ve eaten or where I plan to eat. I almost feel guilty about eating at the same place more than once. Restaurant “Week” lasts about a month because New Yorkers LOVE fine dining. Another big apple benefit is the never ending nightlife and entertainment. There is literally always something to do. I think I visit Living Social and Time Out NY more than Facebook and my gmail account. There’s almost too much to do, and the options are all so different. Feel like kayaking on the Hudson today? Perhaps a food festival in Brooklyn, or a low-key open mic night around the corner. Whatever you’re in the mood for, you’ll have plenty to choose from. I could write all day about the shopping, culture and diversity but these are not the real reasons big city living will always win me over.
The people in a big city, New York specifically, are the most ambitious and driven people I’ve encountered in my 25 years of living. We exude motivation, and it’s intoxicating, contagious even. My friends and colleagues push one another to achieve greatness. I know more entrepreneurs than I can count, and we offer each other such tremendous support. This is not to say that people living in a small town aren’t successful, the difference is that in NY you are not one-of-kind, and that kind of environment fosters growth. I can’t fathom living anywhere else while I start my career.
As I previously mentioned, the nightlife and entertainment are incomparable. With that nightlife, comes drinking – a lot. I’m probably the most paranoid and worrisome person alive, so knowing that I can safely get home by hailing a cab, requesting an uber or swiping for a ride on the subway, at ANY time, is clutch. For $2.50 I can travel 15 miles from The Cloisters at the utmost top of Manhattan to South Street Seaport at the very bottom. Gas prices? Not my problem!! Car payment?? More like last night’s tab at the bar! I love not driving and can proudly say I don’t remember the last time I was stuck in traffic.
Whenever I’m feeling overwhelmed or questioning why I chose a place like Manhattan to start my life, all I need to do is go to Brooklyn Bridge Park and gaze out at the city I love. Any time I have the opportunity to get a good look at the skyline, or a birds eye view of Central Park, or Rockefeller Center at Christmastime it brings back all the butterflies and warm feelings I had when first making the decision to live here. It’s the only thing I’ve never taken for granted and will always appreciate whenever given the chance.
New York is my bae.
xoxo – Ashley Anita