Today’s Life As a Twenty-Something author is my friend, Becca. She is one of the wittiest people I know, she has amazing curly hair, and she lives in my favorite city. For all these reasons, plus the fact that she texts me every time she falls down (which is often), I think the world of her, and I am so happy to have her here to tell us about the amazing things that surround her in New York City. Here’s Becca’s post on life in Brooklyn.
The Brooklyn Bridge
When we were 16, my two best friends and I spent hours one night chatting on AIM inventing our future lives together in NYC. We made plans for planting rooftop gardens, meeting fun neighbors, and generally being fabulous. Thanks to Friends, I thought I was destined to eventually live in an enormous apartment in the Village that I could afford by spending 20 – 30 hours a week drinking coffee with my friends. I was dumb.
However, while my life in NYC differs a bit from my original plan, it’s still pretty great. I moved to Brooklyn earlier this year after living in Denver for three years, and going to college in Boston. It’s really difficult to articulate what it’s like to live in New York City. In a nutshell – it’s the best worst place to live. To illustrate what I mean…
Best: I’m always in the delivery zone of literally any kind of food I could want.
Worst: I often walk by actual mountains of garbage on the street.
Best: There is a seemingly infinite amount of museums, plays, concerts, and other cultural events.
Worst: I once saw two different people defecating in the subway within a 15 minute period.
Despite the romanticized portrayals of New York in basically every movie or TV show that is set there, my daily life is fairly unglamorous and pretty typical of any 20-something with a 9-5 (ish) job.
I hop on the subway each morning, sheet marks still on my face, to head to the gym before work. After 45-60 minutes of some variation of Cardio Body Sculpt Sizzling Summer Bootcamp Burn, I book it to the locker room to shower, put my hair in a wet topknot, resist the daily urge to buy a $9 green smoothie at the juice bar, and hustle to work.
I spend the next ten to eleven hours at work – pivot tables, conference calls, and trying not to stop at the snack table every time I walk by it. Around 7 pm, I head out and make my way to the subway, entertaining homicidal thoughts towards a minimum of ten people on the sidewalk who are walking too. damn. slow.
I come home to my apartment, sometimes after a quick detour to the local wine store, to plop on my couch and unwind with my roommate, Meg. We recap our days with The Mindy Project, The Bachelorette, or House Hunters International playing in the background. Can I get a YOLO?
However, while that is a pretty basic day, there are a few things that make NYC my favorite city in the world.
Lipstick. Before New York, I lived in Denver for three years. Denver is a great city, but wearing orange lipstick on a Tuesday isn’t exactly par for the course there. On my NYC bucket list: creating a custom lipstick at Bite’s Lip Lab
Brooklyn Flea. Every Saturday during the warm weather months, the Brooklyn Flea sets up just a few blocks from my apartment. Fuel up with a donut the size of your face, wash it down with an iced coffee, and browse handmade jewelry, art on post-its, vintage prom dresses, and custom furniture. Be warned: if you go the donut route, you will enter a sugar coma after about 45 minutes. Plan accordingly.
Bodegas. Do you need a snack to eat on the 3 minute walk from the subway to your apartment? Do you need an egg sandwich, a coconut water, and sponges at 3 am? Do you want to be called “Princesa” by a middle-aged man? Lucky for you, you are never more than 15 steps from a bodega.
The fact that nothing feels impossible.This is where I’m going to get a little romantic about New York. Grad school? Career change? New fitness class? Latest food craze? It’s all here. I don’t feel like the word “no” exists in New York City. I am always hungry for something new (both food and experiences…mostly food), and I honestly don’t think I’ll ever get bored here. For every one thing that I cross off my list of things to do/neighborhoods to explore/restaurants to try, I add five more. Personally and professionally, New York City feels limitless to me and I’m kind of in love with it.
Big lights will inspire you. Let’s hear it for New York, New York, New York.
Becca, I am so jealous of your entire Brooklyn life, but specifically that lipstick lab. Thank you for showing us around and making us laugh! Next week we venture to Boston to hear about Steph’s life there. I hope you’re having fun touring the country with me!
It’s good to know humans as good as Becca exist.