My first impression of New York was hot, sweaty, and dangerous. After I put that up as my fb status Azman commented "cik ainaa, u made NY sound like a man". Come to think of it, actually it is true, New York was like a man that I had fun with but I don't wanna be stuck with for a long time.
How did I fell in love with something so raw, unforgiving, and thrilling? My ideal holiday was never filled with images of hostel with bunk beds (by the way I stayed at the Columbus Circle Hostel, not HOTEL!), dirty subway rides (there were rats eww), and muddy sidewalks (NYC please fix your septic and sanitation).
I don't find those disgusting things endearing, yet I learn to find the beauty in the ugly. A long, bumpy subway ride will lead you to SoHo, which has Dean and Deluca, my favourite store. Why? Because they sell exotic, gourmet food. Everyone else was busy rushing off to the nearby Levi's store but leave me here with a good cup of coffee and some rugelach (a pastry, something like a baclava but less sweeter), you will get a very happy Ainaa. Wasted half a day waiting in line to see the Statue of Liberty, but you will end up meeting a street busker that knows how to play Negaraku.
You completely exhausted me, sickened me, beat me up, yet I was grateful that our paths crossed briefly New York. May you continue to prosper under the Jews and Mexicans who seemed to love you more.