New York City is an indescribably cool place. It’s amazing and alien at the same time, especially for a kid from small beginnings like myself. But yeah, I’m high right now — I’ve been high pretty much half the time I’ve been here, which makes the whole experience even more surreal — but I thought I’d leave a lil’ Tumblr note before this trip completely passes me by. I’m already a week in to my stay and that nerve-racking flight from Manchester to JFK feels like both a day and a decade ago. It’s these sink-or-swim moments that truly define you, and best believe I’m gonna be doing butterfly strokes in that bitch. I mean, so far I’ve already been up at MTV Studios with J. Cole, attended a press conference in the Trump Building and spent all Summer Jam dapping up rappers like Childish Gambino and Nipsey Hussle while trying to not stan out. I also hit up a party in Brooklyn my second day and got “turnt” to Nicki Minaj (she’s got joints, I’d be a barefaced liar if I said otherwise) and met all these big writers and editors who already know who I am and it’s like, shit, I might actually be someone sorta important in this thing called the rap industry. Seriously, I’ve met so many awesome people here, and I know there’s so many more awesome people still to meet. My comfort zone has been stretched more than I could ever imagine, which really makes the world and all its challenges feel like easy work. I’ve always been a bit of a homebody, but leaving this place is going to be very difficult. Shit, I know I’ll be shedding a couple of thug tears on at the airport. It’s already taken a lot out of me coming here for a month by myself, but it’s going to take a whole new level of mental and emotional strength to actually say goodbye. Hopefully that won’t be for too long, though. This ain’t a bad place to call home for the rest of your 20s.
(Yeah, some of this sounds corny as hell, but I’m high, remember?)