Why the Universe Should Grant Me a Life in NYC

My elevator pitch to the universe to help bring my manifestations to life.

First, I’d like to make it clear and known that I do not wish to [further] gentrify the city. I love New York as is and if I were to change anything about it, it’d be to minimize violence and homelessness, I promise.

Now that I’ve gotten that out of the way, I must also share that I know and understand whatever’s meant for you will never miss you and that you’re exactly where you’re meant to be, bla bla bla… I’m living in the southern United States right now, so believe me when I say I trust divine timing. However, the way New York makes me feel is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. Point one.

A while ago, I saw a Tik Tok of someone explaining what a “thrive city” is. It’s exactly what it sounds like—the city in which you thrive in professionally, emotionally, and physically.

Though I don’t remember their handle, I remember they said they’d talked about it with a friend over dinner. One of them not didn’t know how the other one was able to live in x city, but understood how or why they “fit” in that city perfectly.

Now, I don’t necessarily think people see me and think, “she’s so NYC,” but I do think when people get to know me, they can see me living there. A lot of my friends have said that verbatim without me sharing I want nothing more. Point two.

I arrive at my third point seamlessly: I would fit in so well.

One of the things I love about the city the most is how no one cares. No one cares what you look like, what you’re wearing, what you’re doing or what you’re saying on the phone, but if I was struggling to carry luggage bigger than me up the subway station’s stairs, I know a real New Yorker would stubbornly help me and disappear right after, not a single word spoken.

In that same way, I would make someone’s life more convenient whenever I could and after that, they’d never think about me again.

Mama, look, I’m a real New Yorker!

With real New Yorkers in mind, my fourth point comes in hot: diversity.

I believe that living in places different to what you’re used to, surrounded by people who look and are nothing like you, helps you grow and expand your worldview. I’ve gotten my fair share of that in the south, so now I need my share of that up north.

Even though New York is famously diverse, I believe my community or “people” are there. Like everyone else, I crave human connection, and even though people often say “home is what you make it,” I know the people I’ve yet to meet and love don’t live somewhere so anti-fun.

Finally, my fifth and final point for the sake of time—though I am available to further discuss with the universe why I’d be an excellent fit at their earliest convenience—is the feeling of belonging.

Similar to my first point (the way New York makes me feel, which is “rebirthed” (if I had to describe it in one word)), all the times I’ve visited the city, it feels like there’s never enough time spent between us.

Surely everyone feels that way on vacation, but it’s not vacation to me.

I love every second, yes, and I hate to say goodbye, but it feels more like a continuation of something that’s already been written in the stars—like the city’s been waiting for me and everyone’s expecting me to join the daily commute to work. It’s hard to describe and make sense of, but it just feels right, and anything that feels that way must be meant to be.

Thank you, universe, for your time and consideration. I hope to hear back from you soon.