I have had the immense pleasure and privilege of living in New York City for the past four years. I love this city: its hustle and bustle, its culture, and its ambition. Though the fast pace of the city appeals to me, I do enjoy NYC summers because as more and more of the city’s residents escape to the Hamptons and beyond, the city takes on a more intimate, romantic feel. This romanticized image I have of summer in NYC is now greater in my mind than it has ever been.
Last year, I had the most memorable summer of my life, and it all happened in my favorite city of NYC. I met my boyfriend in NYC almost four years ago during the summer. I was enjoying some jazz at a little club in Brooklyn when this gorgeous man came up to me and asked me how I was enjoying the show. Then, last summer after four years of dating, my boyfriend became my fiance in NYC, the best city in the world. It started off just like a fairy tale. When I awoke one lazy afternoon, I found a note laying on the pillow next to me. The note had a clue inside. I quickly realized the game: I was to follow the clues from one location to the next until I came across my surprise. I thought maybe my boyfriend had planned a night at one of New York’s great hotels or restaurants. He loved surprises, so this did not raise any proposal suspicions.
I quickly got dressed and spent the late afternoon and early evening going from Rockefeller Center to Times Square and beyond. As the sun was setting, I made it to our favorite area of Central Park where we had just had a wonderful summer picnic the week before. My boyfriend had had a romantic table set up with flowers all around. It was there, on that NYC summer night, that my future began, and I will always remember NYC summers because of it.
