A day out of the life of a
Girl Living in New york

ROSEFIELD will follow a Dutch girl in AMS and an American girl in NYC.
They both dream about what it would be like to live in New York

I wake up thirty minutes before my alarm was set to ring and hide my face under the covers hoping that by some cosmic miracle time won’t pass. In need of a relaxed cup of morning coffee, I swing my legs over the high rim of the bed, and cautiously place one toe on the wooden floor. With a shudder I plant both of my feet on the icy-cold floor. It reminds me of my trip to New York last year.

8.30 AM, De Jordaan

'In need of a relaxed cup of morning coffee, I swing my legs over the high rim of the bed, and cautiously place one toe on the wooden floor.'

8.30 AM, De Jordaan

'In need of a relaxed cup of morning coffee, I swing my legs over the high rim of the bed, and cautiously place one toe on the wooden floor.'

I wake up thirty minutes before my alarm was set to ring and hide my face under the covers hoping that by some cosmic miracle time won’t pass. In need of a relaxed cup of morning coffee, I swing my legs over the high rim of the bed, and cautiously place one toe on the wooden floor. With a shudder I plant both of my feet on the icy-cold floor. It reminds me of my trip to New York last year.

I miss the sun and brightness of spring in the City, and how the temperatures steadily rise until summer is in full force. In Amsterdam the threat of a surprise rainstorm never subsides, and you never know for sure if you’ll get to enjoy summer that year.

10.45 AM, Ten Katemarkt, Amsterdam

Today I worked a half day, so I’m free to do what I want this afternoon

The beauty of the thin tower houses with their large bright windows along the canals, will never cease to amaze me.

2.05 PM, The Vondelpark

Maybe deciding to exercise on an empty stomach wasn’t the best of ideas. I got myself into a similar situation in New York’s Central Park last year, but at that time the problem was quickly and deliciously resolved when I nearly rolled-skated into the side of a food truck, and proceeded to buy what turned out to be the best hummus pita in existence. The food alone is a good enough reason to move to the City.

Great. Just great.

I’d rather have a negroni like the one I ordered in Attaboy last year, an exceptional Manhattan cocktail bar. But now something greasy is in order to soak up the alcohol. I head straight to my favorite Belgian fries, which are sold from an open window from a tiny store right in the city centre. I confidently order them with extra mayonnaise, greedily grab a fry… and a big blob of mayonnaise drips on my pants.

Great. Just great.

– 8.40 PM, City Centre

What would it be like to fall asleep in a bed amidst the hustle and bustle of Manhattan?

What would it be like to fall asleep in a bed amidst the hustle and bustle of Manhattan, maybe in a cute walk-up apartment? Would it be easy to make new friends? I think about New York nearly every day. Maybe I should move.

I think about New York nearly every day. Maybe I should move.

A day in the life of… Aby

A day in the life of… Ally

I think about New York nearly every day. Maybe I should move.

A day in the life of… Aby

A day in the life of… Ally