Summer is around the corner, and therefore so are weekend brunches that entail velvet rompers, oversized sunnies, ricotta pancakes, and frosé. Considering this is the first summer I’ll be of legal drinking age, I plan on spending a somewhat embarrassing amount of money on frozen pink wine and booze-filled popsicles. But, the thing is, I’m not even the least bit apologetic for it? Soon enough, 21-and-fun will be behind me! I mean, I’m sort of obligated to savor each moment of it while I can. Now that I have experienced all four seasons here, I can appreciate different things about each one, especially considering this was my first experience with real seasons and weather changes, fallen leaves, snowstorms, coats and scarves, etc. But, despite the fact that each season has something magnificent and special to offer here in Manhattan, I have to admit that I have a favorite. Summer in New York is magical, even if I am an adult this time around and have to work during the week.
Today, I spent time watching the sunset with a close friend, reading and writing on the grass of Brooklyn Bridge Park, wedged in-between the Brooklyn and Manhattan Bridge, with a waterfront view of the infamous Manhattan Skyline. Where else in the world can you experience something like that? This morning, I went and had brunch outside in absolute perfect weather, ate the best ricotta pancakes in the damn world, and had a glass of frosé over in the Lower East Side. One weekend, I’ll spend Saturday at Smorgasburg and Brooklyn Flea, before spending the rest of the afternoon exploring street art and cool shops in Brooklyn. Then, another weekend I’ll pack a picnic, bring a book or two, and spend a day catching some sun in Sheep Meadow at Central Park. Going out for a night on the town is a thousand times better when drinking on a rooftop bar, complete twinkle-lights and a beautiful outdoor space. But, for more relaxed nights there are outdoor movie screenings, or eating an ice cream cone while stargazing on the High Line. More than the activities offered during these warmer months, there is a certain something that fills the summer air that is pure, unadultured happiness. It leaves people in a great mood, everyone is a bit more relaxed, the weather is nice and all is good for a moment or two.
There is so much that I’m looking forward to in the next few months, and as the season of sunshine approaches us I can’t help but feel a bit nostalgic. Remembering who I was when I first moved here last summer, how I have evolved as a person, how life has panned out for me thus far, and who I have become, I feel overwhelmed with positive feelings and the affirmation that life is going in the right direction. But, more than that, it serves as a reminder of how far I have come and how much I have grown. Last summer was full of laughter, love, new experiences, adventure, self-growth and discovery, and I cannot wait for that and even more this time around. Here is to an incredible second summer in my beloved Manhattan, and to the many, many more.