An Englishman in New York
It’s one of those non-motivational days. The rainy mist in New York City makes any adventure outside unappealing, you even debate making your own coffee at home.
After finishing exams, a week of vacating in sunny Florida, June 1st 2015 comes around and i need to fill these empty days without torturing my credit card.
Blogging has always been one of those things that i always say i’m going to do, but just never taken the plunge; its fair to say i was scared no one would read my blogs. But what better way to overcome a fear than to become vulnerable and expose yourself to a world where someone out there might be listening, and then again just might not.
So here it goes...
Zoe Corin, age 21, originally from London-England, and currently completed a year of university in New York City. Not a care in the world, or any responsibility beyond taking the trash out of my Apartment, and even then i share that among another two girls. It might seem all glam and fun, but New York hasn't always treated me well this year. I moved to Israel at the age of 15 (yes, only now have i started forgiving my parents) and luckily made friends extremely quickly being bubbly, up-for-anything girl that could pretty much speak to a wall. So when deciding on whether to come study in New York, moving countries didn't daunt me like before and i was ready to take on the Big Apple.
It seems as though The Big Apple might be just slightly too big. I came here feeling like a lost ant and I'll be leaving as an ant that luckily located a map and now is slightly more acquainted with my surroundings. But.. still just another ant. I’m a giver, its in my nature, and not surprising when i have a Mum like mine. Super-Mum or ‘Mother Theresa’ as we called her. Everyone knew her as the Mum that had 6 kids with no help, ran the Parents committee, charity committees, made time for her friends, her parents and of course her husband. She somehow managed to please everyone and make nothing of it. It was therefore to no surprise that i found myself devoting two years of my life working tirelessly for children with mental and physical disabilities. However, on completing my two years of national service with large dark circles and an emotionally drained body, i thought being a free agent in the city of opportunities would be the much needed release that i had been craving for. Yet, i found myself in this gigantic place with a yearning to give and no one accessible enough to truly give to. You know its bad when you start looking for old ladies on the street that might need help. I had to find a new outlet and quickly..
Ever since i realized that eating chocolate croissants for breakfast wasn’t normal and that i could potentially control my chubby cheeks, i have been passionate about exercising and health. New York was the hub of health and fitness, and i decided to take full advantage of that. The first month was filled with joining different gyms to get some free week memberships- Crunch, NYSC, Blink etc.. but no matter what my heart was set on Equinox. The classes, the trainers, the atmosphere, even the rosemary infused cooling towels, it was so much more than just a gym, it was going to be my sanity amongst the New York City insanity.
It was the start of something new and as Dr Seuss says ‘A person is a person, no matter how small’- so who says i can't be an active, inspirational ant...