From Detroit to Chicago to New York and back
September 2nd 2007 14:49
So this summer is winding down, and my adventurous are noticeably becoming fewer and farther between. But two of the things that have stood out are my trips. I haved to Savannah, GA for a random wedding weekend, to Chicago, IL for a faux job search and I write to you now from sunny, bountiful New York City. All of which, in my opinion have class, heir and appeal, but none stump the individuality that is Detroit. I can honestly say that Detroit is one of the more specific places that I have ever been, because of one reason, its dying, and no one seems to care.
New York City will never suffer the pains that Detroit has, it comes together to quickly. In all of its anger and rudenes, it still has the ability to console and appreciate the history of its community, the entirety of NYC astounds me and that is what I love about it. As I look out the window I see that one of the brownstown is blazing, spilling smoke into the air. Nevertheless, people aren't stopping, gauking at the horrible scene, they are keeping it moving, They understand that later on, they will return from their busy days of hustle and bustle, peer at the damage and assess just how to mentally and emotionally handle the situation. It is beautiful. These people really know how to set priorities and stick with them. On Friday I walked a tourist district on my own, trying to make myself look as unlike them as possible. I cursed loudly on the phone, walked briskly past other lost tourist, bargained with t-shirt and knockoff purse salesmen and disregarded the fact that I hade only $30 in my pocket. I was rich, in my mind with the thought that I could possibly be mistaken as a pretty little black girl from Brooklyn. But later on that evening, the Upper East Side found me out. We went to about four clubs and everyone I danced with would whisper in my ear "Where you from girl? I know you ain't from New York." I would smile maintain my rhythm, only to turn around and say, "Detroit". My then dance partner would do the same,waiting a few seconds before saying "I'm not messing with you." or "I'm not to close am I," or whatever would mean that he had never been to Detroit, but had heard enough about it to be scared. Detroit prevails once more.
One thing that I really like about this city is that the people are so stylish, they are proud to dress in whatever aspect they wish, with full West Indian, Urban, African, gothic fashion sense the blacks, whites, Puerto Ricans....everyone dresses like nothing I've ever seen. In Detroit it is amazing to see anyone looking presentable, girls leave the house with dirty jeans and shirt, boys never pull up their pants. But here! Just looking out the window you see a small urban fashion show, and I really appreciate it.
I'm leaving wherever I am right now and heading to Brooklyn today...for a picnic and to visit some college buddies, just what til you hear about my adventures in Chicago!!! TTYL Orblers!
New York City will never suffer the pains that Detroit has, it comes together to quickly. In all of its anger and rudenes, it still has the ability to console and appreciate the history of its community, the entirety of NYC astounds me and that is what I love about it. As I look out the window I see that one of the brownstown is blazing, spilling smoke into the air. Nevertheless, people aren't stopping, gauking at the horrible scene, they are keeping it moving, They understand that later on, they will return from their busy days of hustle and bustle, peer at the damage and assess just how to mentally and emotionally handle the situation. It is beautiful. These people really know how to set priorities and stick with them. On Friday I walked a tourist district on my own, trying to make myself look as unlike them as possible. I cursed loudly on the phone, walked briskly past other lost tourist, bargained with t-shirt and knockoff purse salesmen and disregarded the fact that I hade only $30 in my pocket. I was rich, in my mind with the thought that I could possibly be mistaken as a pretty little black girl from Brooklyn. But later on that evening, the Upper East Side found me out. We went to about four clubs and everyone I danced with would whisper in my ear "Where you from girl? I know you ain't from New York." I would smile maintain my rhythm, only to turn around and say, "Detroit". My then dance partner would do the same,waiting a few seconds before saying "I'm not messing with you." or "I'm not to close am I," or whatever would mean that he had never been to Detroit, but had heard enough about it to be scared. Detroit prevails once more.
One thing that I really like about this city is that the people are so stylish, they are proud to dress in whatever aspect they wish, with full West Indian, Urban, African, gothic fashion sense the blacks, whites, Puerto Ricans....everyone dresses like nothing I've ever seen. In Detroit it is amazing to see anyone looking presentable, girls leave the house with dirty jeans and shirt, boys never pull up their pants. But here! Just looking out the window you see a small urban fashion show, and I really appreciate it.
I'm leaving wherever I am right now and heading to Brooklyn today...for a picnic and to visit some college buddies, just what til you hear about my adventures in Chicago!!! TTYL Orblers!
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