• Ramblings

    My New York Story

    It’s my first time living in New York City. I’ve always seen it in the movies, watched its glistening greatness from a distance. In the movies, everyone starts out small—they have a big dream and maybe two pairs of shoes to their name. They wander into the vast city, a nobody. But then 60 minutes into the film, they’ve stumbled into the right person at the right time. They’ve fallen in love and then their closet is totally revamped. They’ve made it. Then the happy indie song plays as the credits roll and we’re sure that one day we will…

  • Ramblings

    Maybe Love is in New York City.

    In Japan, there was this sweet Korean girl that I worked with. One day, she came to the office wearing a black t-shirt that said, “maybe love is in New York City.” I asked her if she had been to New York before and she said, no. But ever since she was little, the Frank Sinatra tune had her fantasizing about this life in the concrete jungle. And now I am moving to New York City and that has me thinking, maybe love is in New York City. This sort of romanticism for the city might trigger some eye rolls.…