For almost two years, I’ve been a resident of Ninth Ave. I love my Hell’s Kitchen neighborhood because it’s so easy to walk to most places in Midtown Manhattan. The name Hell’s Kitchen only sounds scary. Decades ago it was a high crime area, but now it’s just a part of the city where there are a lot of restaurants so the name kind of stuck. Every year around this time, they hold the Ninth Ave. International Food Festival that spans from 42nd-57th Streets. It’s basically the urban version of a county fair and features food from all over the globe.
Though it was only here Saturday and Sunday, naturally, I attended the festival four times stocking up on empanadas, pad thai, spring rolls, pirogues, samosas, lemonade, and sangria. I even got a psychic reading that was pretty accurate. Walking up and down Ninth Ave. on a beautiful day experiencing food from all over the world made me so thankful to be living in New York. I may have many dreams that have yet to come true, but at least one already has.
Home Sweet Home on Ninth Ave.
So I finally got an iPhone (I know it’s shameful how long it took), but this phone upgrade has truly marked an upgrade in my life. I’ve come to realize that every time I use Instagram, I’m holding a billion dollars. That app is absolutely amazing. If you ask me, Facebook purchased it for a steal. Today, I walked through my neighborhood on Manhattan’s west side shooting Instagrams of my surroundings. Seeing them on Instagram was as magical as when I saw New York for the first time.
Above you will find the Empire State Building to the left and the view from outside my door on Ninth Ave. to the right. Since this past weekend was absolutely beautiful, I took a stroll through the High Line, a city park built on old elevated train tracks. Here are some of the highlights of my High Line trip:
(Left) A butterfly at the High Line
(Right) The Diane von Furstenberg store in Meatpacking
(Left) The Standard Hotel
(Right) A billboard that explains everything you need to know about life in Manhattan