A Natural Hair and fashion lifestyle blog based in Sonoma County, in the heart of Wine Country. Amber serves up inspiration for winery tourism, vegetarian recipes, style, and skincare.

That One Time I Flew to New York at A Moments Notice


I wanted to tell you a story that is already in my Top 3 Favorites for 2018: the time that I purchased a ticket to New York City, JFK Airport on a Wednesday morning at 10am, and flew out at 5pm the same day. I had received a People's Rev invitation to a show, and while I had received others within the previous weeks leading up to NYFW, People's Rev has always held a soft spot.

All throughout high school and college, the semi-reality TV shows Laguna Beach, The Hills, The City, and Kell On Earth had been my escapes between exams. I remember watching the episodes on YouTube. So, when I attended my very last show of my first MBFW, tired, starving, and frozen, I cried tears of surreal joy when I realized that I was attending a fashion show produced by the PR agency, People's Revolution. It all felt so poetic; it was the perfect farewell to that season.

The Friday before the following Wednesday I had RSVP'd "No" to my Mimi Prober, Hogan McLaughlin, and XULYBët Collective Runway Event; and by that Wednesday morning, I had tears. Strolling into my office that day, a coworker came over to inquire about my sullen mood. With gentle prodding ("This is what you're passionate about, right?" "In 5 years from now, will you be glad you took the risk?") I checked ticket prices, and I was floored at how accessible they were; a beauty contract I had just signed would cover everything: flight, stay, Lyft, and meals. I'd even have something left over.

I emailed People's Rev and changed my RSVP to "Yes". I called my mom. I requested a meeting with my Director. 2.5 hours later I was in my car, blasting Kendrick Lamar's "All the Stars" with tears of surprise and thankfulness streaming down my cheeks. How did I get here? During the boarding announcement, I realized I didn't have a place to stay; I booked my AirBnB just seconds after the wheels of the plane lifted off the tarmac.

Thursday morning started at 6am, with me leaving JFK on a rail train headed...in the wrong direction. Eventually, I found my way to Manhattan island, and texted my friend Carlton; "Just kidding - I'm HERE!!" 40 minutes later we met in a Starbucks, and he bought me breakfast: "Of course you are" he smiled. "Where else would you be?"

If Paris is my Lover, then New York is my Mother. Both know and understand what I need, in vastly different ways. Last September, while in the West Village, I was enamored with the rainbow crosswalks; I was wearing head-to-toe Tibi - a "Gen Z Yellow" sweater set, I loved the contrast. A homeless man jumped out from the Subway entrance: "Careful!! Miss - the cars come from irregular directions" and he pointed to the obtuse streets.

New York reminds me of how quickly life can turn; indeed, in trying to balance both my life passions and corporate life, I often find myself spinning. But it's a beautiful blur of sore feet, red-eye flights, Google Maps, and dear friends.

Oh, and the fashion show was great too.



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