After spending time in the East Village and the Upper West Side, I got to (temporarily) live out my dream of living in New York's quaint yet lively West Village neighborhood.
I've always been a little hard on New York when it came to the city's aesthetic. I've always loved the city for its dynamism, diversity and 24-hour access to essentially everything, but I never before really fell in love with the streets, architecture and neighborhoods in the same way I did with those of Paris.
Granted, it's not really fair to compare any city in the U.S. with the beauty of Paris. The history of that city, or any city in Western Europe for that matter, can sometimes make New York seem like an angsty tween compared to a wise and sophisticated European beauty, with centuries of experience. That being said, this allows New York to give off an air of rebellion and just plain old fun that oftentimes its older European counter parts (Paris in particular) seem to lack.
People fall in love with New York for different reasons - some love the brownstones of Park Slope, the glitz and glamour of Madison Avenue or the bright lights of Time Square (although who those people are, I don't really care to know...at all.)
It was really one of the first times I've felt a strong connection or, dare I say it, a love, for the city of New York. Slowly but surely I can feel myself growing attached to a city that I always assumed would be too harsh, dirty and cold (or in this case, too freakin hot) to truly love.
While I'm not head over heels yet, as I've finally settled into my new place in Williamsburg I have no doubt my emotions toward this city will only continue to evolve and grow in the next few months - or for at least as long as as my AC stays intact.