It had always been my dream to live in New York. I remember while in college in a job interview being asked about my future plans and telling my future boss how I want to move to LA and live in New York and travel the world” and how I was met with a disapproving look for m=being frivilous “ That’s a hell of a lot of dreams, you better get started like yesterday.” There has been plently of occasions when my dreams and goals seemed so out of reach that people openly expressed this to me. Well I did pack up and to LA and although I didn’t move to New York I made sure to visit and will return. Sometimes our goals are big really big but that doesn’t mean give up on em and over time they may shift. After LA I realized as beautiful and artastic and sunny a city as it is, it wasn’t home for me. And when I finally got the perfect opportunity to travel to NY I kinda knew that wasn’t home either, at least not right now. But NY was beautifully everything I dreamed it up to be. Yea it was hot and everything was a super far subway ride away and I had to share a bed in a tiny apartment but I didn’t care. I loved every minute of it, even the New York rats, I sat on my stoop one dnight and watched them scurry eat trash for hours. I gobbled up every gallery and experience I could but that subway is no joke. NY definetly has a creative energy and a sense of wild hustle.
Amazing things to see:
*California Academy of Sciences
*Kalan & Tinu
*Dollar Store Gallery