I was a bitch.
I was blessed, fearless, and unstoppable (or so I thought). If you think I’m fierce now, oh, you didn’t know me then. In Vietnam, I was the class monitor for nine consecutive years since the age of seven. My teachers granted me the authority to give appraisals for my classmates on their behalf. I was particularly tough on the boys when they misbehaved, and then they had crushes on me. I took success for granted in everything I did, you know, the kind of success that kids celebrated—good grades and being the cool kid on the block (obviously, until I entered high school and my world turned upside down, but that was just a little pimple on the cheek). Overall, I would give myself an A- for passing childhood.
Then, I heard about New York. I saw her on television and all over the Internet; she appeared in countless songs, movies, and TV series that I came across and fell in love with. New York was hot! Everyone talked about her, and she made headlines in all the news. She was raved to be the best, and I always wanted to learn from the best, so I told myself I had to meet her in person one day.
I met New York.
She was far beyond what I could have imagined. Well, at first, she seemed a little all over the place, but she was ‘it’! Glamorous. Affluent. Brilliant. Youthful. Aspirational. She seemed to have it all.
I wasn’t sure if she had insomnia, but clearly, she never slept. The most ridiculous thing, though, was that she never seemed to lose her energy or have dark circles the next day. She looked gorgeous all the time, regardless of morning or night, summer or winter. She attracted people of all backgrounds, from the most high-profile in the world to little kids like me who traveled across the globe to see her in person. Contrary to the popular myth that New York is always loud, she is not. Whether you love the crowds or alone time, city or nature scenes, she offers them all.
But New York wasn’t easy—ask anyone who knows her, and they will agree with me on this. My gosh, she was challenging! I fell in love with New York, then almost fell out of love. She put me through fires multiple times (and I’m talking about real fires that tested my survival skills, not just a few bad grades). Her love language was tough, though I later learned that she did it to make me better, just as she wished for everyone else. New York kept me humbled but also motivated. She inspired me to keep dreaming while staying focused, as dreams require hard work to come true.
Then came the Pandemic. Pandemic was the new girl who stole all the headlines worldwide in just a few months after she was born and before she made her round to meet New York. People started leaving New York as soon as Pandemic followed her. They hated Pandemic because she was scary as hell. Even New York was scared. Everyone gossiped about New York as Pandemic did what seemed impossible before: putting New York to sleep.
I saw New York sleeping for the first time. She was absolutely beautiful without makeup. She was breathing quietly in her sleep—you could feel that she was deeply hurt, but she seemed finally rested as she much needed it.
And she is still surrounded by people who love her—not only for her highs but also for her lows. How New York continues showing her strength through her vulnerability makes me love her even more. Pandemic might not leave New York alone anytime soon, but despite the seemingly ongoing popularity game, New York is still going to win.
Why?
Because Pandemic is a bitch, but New York is THE bitch. And the bitch has never gone nor will ever be gone; she's taking a break, but she's coming back stronger and more mesmerizing than ever.
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(I was inspired to write this story back in April but secretly wanted to keep New York all to myself. Only because Jerry Seinfeld already published his love for New York in the New York Times, which immediately became a hit and people are probably longing to return to New York now... fine, I guess I could learn to be a little less selfish and share New York with others 😒)
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