Looking out I see vivid pinks and deep purples; pillowed atop the vast white floor that resembles cotton balls. Sitting I study the blinding white-snow sky. I’m practically inhaling it, but still, I’m wavering. I’m buckling down though—I’m becoming interested in the little world that exists below me. The pale pinks are dancing into the colors of bright orange and lemon yellow, while the white cotton of the floor does not change. I’m watching the picaresque painting of the sky when I realized minutes are fading. I’m distracted in the colors that light up the sky. I’m taking a vacation within the colors of the sunrise this morning. Or in other words, I simply witnessed one of my personal favorite sunrises today. It was just beautifully breathtaking.
I left California on the six o’clock flight to New York City this morning. Readers, if you take any advice I give you, I encourage you to take this: sometime in your life be sure to take an early morning flight where you can witness the sun rising above the “little-big” world we live in or are used to on the ground. It really gives you a whole new perspective on sunrises which, you know are my favorite thing to behold. Sometimes life sneaks up on us, and gives us something we never knew we wanted or craved. This morning, just from witnessing that sunrise, I was lit with a love that I never knew existed.
I shouldn’t be writing right now. I’m laying in bed with my laptop gloriously propped up on my thighs in our friend’s apartment in NYC; I’m only missing my English breakfast tea. I have the window propped open so I can hear the always-roaring honking, loud preamble of the viciously moving sirens, and the constant hum of what makes New York City, New York City. I have been up since one in the morning Pacific time until now, one in the morning Eastern time.
Speaking of current surroundings: I have a few questions for you, readers. Where are you? Is it where you want to be? Are you satisfied? Absolutely and utterly content?
My answers for those questions: YES, to the latter three questions. I am perfectly and incandescently happy.
I love this city. I have ever since my mom started bringing me when I was eight. I immediately fell in love with New York City for reasons I have yet to discover. Something about the concrete, the trendy nooks and crannies fills me with a sense that I’m not only discovering a new city but a new me and the things that make up Uptown Maven. I mean this city is filled with the two things that I love: clothing and cooking.
However, this all makes me think. I used to love Temecula. When I first was really paying attention to my surroundings, I was discovering new things left and right. But now, I know my hometown like the back of my hand and it’s boring.
I am sitting telling myself, “Unfortunately, honey pie, new cities are only new for a couple days.” I realize after that, they’re just cities. At first it’ll excite you, disappoint you, scare you a little bit, and boy do I know how tempting it is to run away when that happens. It’s good for avoiding things. But the problem is that you end up avoiding yourself. You see, I’ve realized while on this plane ride that cities are much like people. Eventually after getting to know someone really well, you’ll find yourself avoiding them, when really you love them and ache to get to know them even more. You end up avoiding life, by just going through the normal humdrum of “everyday” whirlwinds. So this time, I want to really get to know people and this beautiful city. I don’t promise to be any good at it, but I will try.
I want to catch fire on this new adventure in New York and set my trail ablaze as I capture every changing moment; much like the colors in the sky that change on a moments notice. I’ll do this by capturing my favorite clothing looks and dinner plates as I shop and taste my way through the ever-changing concrete jungle called New York.
So readers, I’m laying in bed recalling sitting on the plane as I watched the fingers of the clouds slowly retract into the ocean pondering what may lie ahead as I start my last week of my spring break. I was sitting in my seat as the old couple next to me watch me write. Side note to old couple: if you were actually reading this as I type well, hopefully you’ll pass the word on about my blog! Thanks a million Marge and Greg. Such a nice couple they are; I hope that’s me with my husband in say fifty-ish years.
So in the meantime, I’ll get some much needed shut-eye so I can deliver the hopefully, highly anticipated blog for this week. I’ll report back in a few days with some inspiration I’ve taken in as I capture the thousands of fireflies called opportunities that this city holds.
And in regards to the questions I posed you with at the beginning of this post; readers, if your answer was NO to any of those questions, change it. Life is far too short to take your surroundings for granted (as well as the people you fill your life with) whether it be on vacation or in your hometown. Don’t have a pity party, as much as you want to fail the endeavor and indulge in the criticisms you so strongly hold onto of your metropolis, instead, desire oh so deeply to find yourself head-over-heels with it in the end.
I’ll be falling in love with my city and my friends this week.
Stay tuned, Uptown Maven
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