There’s something so addicting about being a young twenty-something in this city. It gets into your veins like cocaine and pushes you into Brooklyn clubs where you dance until 4am.
Then it puts you in the warm embrace of a Lower East Side loft on a snowy Thursday evening where people share slices of their souls through poetry and art. You hate it when the subway is delayed for the fourth time that week, cursing its unreliability, and then love it when you find the sun on your face in the middle of Tompkins Square Park with the sound of children playing in your ears.
You need it so badly you will trudge through the displaced ocean falling at your feet just to get to that happy place where you feel at home. The moment a building collapses in the East Village grips your heart like those were your friends because this city is a huge community of 8.4 million different people that all have a common goal of living and surviving.
This city will make you question everything you ever thought you were. Are your dreams big enough? Are you creative enough? Are you sure you really wanted that quiet suburban lifestyle? Do you still want it? Did you make right choice of career? What comes next for you? What comes after that? How can you reconcile your choices against those of the people in the place you left behind? How can you convince these people that you are just like them while they see you getting showered in confetti, coming across a human unicorn playing an accordion, hanging out on roofs where the only stars you see are glittering office lights?
There’s something so addicting about being a young twenty-something in this city and every single second is so beautiful I can’t breathe. Even the moments I curse the choices I have made, the moments I curse those moments even happening, the moments I get a waft of warm, wet garbage as I walk down the street in the summer. There’s something so addicting about being a young twenty-something in this city and I dare it to try to chew me up and spit me out.
Amber Gamma lives in the part of the Venn Diagram where art overlaps with science. She likes it there, it's very beautiful.
Photos by Matthew Hefferon