Growing up watching movies like Breakfast at Tiffany’s, You’ve Got Mail, and Sex and the City religiously, I’ve always had a glamorized perception of the city. So naturally I expected to live this fabulous life when I started living here. Alas, I am not Holly Golighty and there is no Tom Hanks character to sweep me off my Manolo Blahnikless feet. Instead of driving around in Mr. Big’s limo, I take the subway and rather than having a lovable “no name slob” Cat by my side, I have a dead plant. Despite all of this, I still love living in the city. It is filled with such possibility and adventure. I could go ice skating where Buddy the Elf went on his first date or eat lunch on the steps of the Met like Blair Waldorf in Gossip Girl or meet someone at the top of the Empire State Building like in An Affair to Remember and Sleepless in Seattle. Do I do these things? No, but the important part is that I can and I just think that is so exciting. Maybe in ten years I’ll live like Carrie Bradshaw, but for right now I am perfectly content playing the role of the broke college student.
