New York, New York is the city of dreams but everything in New York ain’t always what it seems…

A couple of weeks ago, I seized the opportunity to attend an immigration conference at NYU Law School, which was my dream school. I drove up with a couple of 3L students who enlightened me on getting a job after graduation and some old school hip hop. When we arrived, I walked around NYC with my ex-co-worker Manuel, had dinner at a great Peruvian yummy restuarant called Pio, Pio, and watched Hotel Rawanda. We also visited central park to view Christo’s “The Gates.” The park was grey and frozen and the natives claimed that Christo’s orange curtains adorning the entire park brightened their view but frankly, I thought it made it look like a construction site. Installation art can often be criticized for a lack of aesthetic value but it was easy to be critical of this heavy priced event.

In a better calculated investment, I purchased a great skirt in Greenwich Village and had drinks at a chic bar in SoHo. I felt like one of the girls in Sex and the City. I look forward to the day when I will live in this city. I am not ready to settle down and commit to any one city just yet. As memorable and warm as my memories of LA will always be, as excited as I am of Mexico City, and as awed as I am of DC, I am not ready to plant some roots on either coast.

If you have not been to the NYC yet, come visit and we’ll take a short drive up north. Plus, you may hear some of these great comments during your visit: OverHeard in NYC