Thanks for joining me!
The true New Yorker secretly believes that people living anywhere else have to be, in some sense, kidding. -John Updike
My name is Ann Marie “AMC” and I spend most of my spare time wandering around NYC taking pictures and soaking in the culture. Up until now, I have just posted my pictures on my Instagram (check it out: @amc_in_nyc). I decided that I wanted to try a new medium to share the things I love most about my city. On some level, I think that this will be a running love letter from me to NYC (how cliche is that!).
When I was five, my aunt and uncle purchased tickets for us to go see the Radio City Christmas Spectacular. I had never been to New York City before (even though I lived nearby in Connecticut, my mom was a worrier and didn’t want my sister and I exposed to “the city” too early). I was excited for weeks leading up to the date, picking out a new dress and patent leather Mary Janes, and telling all my friends about my upcoming trip to NYC constantly. In the days before my trip, I had a cold that got worse and worse. The night before the big day, I was at the ER with bronchitis, a sinus infection and pneumonia. I sat there sobbing to my mom in-between coughs, that I HAD to go to New York City, while my five year old heart was breaking.
Shocking to me even today (since my mom is the queen of worriers!), my mom somehow still allowed me to go. So AMC, Aunt M and Uncle N, Felicity the American Girl Doll, and a bag full of antibiotics, set off in chilly December weather to the big city. I still remember so many details of that day: riding up seemingly endless escalators at Lord & Taylor, trying quiche in a fancy Madison Ave bistro, being awe-struck by the glittering Rockette costumes, craning my neck up at the the massively tall buildings, throwing-up every hour since I was unknowingly allergic to both penicillin and the pink coloring in my liquid Amoxicillin… It was an amazing day!
In between trips to the beautiful bathrooms at Lord & Taylor, Radio City and the fancy French bistro, I decided that when I grew up, I HAD to live in New York City. I went home, didn’t move from my bed for about a week, few more years passed and then I finally moved to NYC the summer after graduating from college. I’ve now been here on the Upper East for the last eight years, work around the corner from Rockefeller Center, carefully avoid penicillin and red dye and still love quiche and fancy French bistros!
I can’t wait to show you around my NYC!