Everyone needs to look at this website. Absolutely everyone. I’m posting the full URL so there’s no confusion:
Why, you ask? Because if you’re anything like myself and are energized by inspirational people, Humans of New York can be your daily fix. There isn’t a single day that I don’t stumble upon at least one post on their Tumblr and Facebook websites that I don’t fall in love with.
The website creator and photographer, Brandon began Humans of New York in 2010 in an effort to create a “photographic census” of New York City. The quotes and short stories that accompany the photos are what truly make this brilliant project one of the most inspiring things I’ve ever came across. Each person is so unique. With just a single quote from them, I’m left wondering where they’re from and how they got to New York and whether they have kids and what drives them and who was their first love and what they want to do before they die.
I love stories. I love people’s stories. I love the way each and everyone of us has a story. Humans of New York, for me, captures the first sentence of these people’s incredible novels just waiting to be written.
Like this guy right here? He said,
“Don’t look to other people for validation. Your birth was your validation.”
Seriously. I want to shout that statement from the rooftops.
Humans of New York is getting me through my finals with daily doses of inspiration. Check it out and see what it can do for you. Be sure to “like” their Facebook page, too. It’s refreshing to come across these updates on your news feed among all the other…stuff.
I am the baby of the family.
The baby sister of three girls, and I absolutely love it.
There was a time period somewhere between ages 6-12 I was thoroughly convinced that having a little sibling would have made my life better because a) I wouldn’t be the third wheel any longer (it’s a rough life when you’re 7 and 5 years younger then your big sisters) and b) little kids and babies were so much more fun to be around than snobby older sisters who didn’t let me wear their clothes and got mad when I tried to hang out with the friends they invited over.
But I got over that relatively quickly when both of my sisters left for college and it was just me, alone with my parents. I began to appreciate my sisters like I never had before and we became incredibly close. Visiting them at college and hanging out with them in their new grown up lives became some of the fondest memories of my teenage years. Don’t get me wrong, I also loved that I didn’t have to share anything throughout high school. Including but not limited to: a bathroom, hot water time, clothing, shoes, attention, and the last piece of whatever we had for dinner…
In all seriousness, I have been blessed for the experiences I got to have from ages 13-21 because I had older sisters and all they had was me. Things like visiting them for long weekends to weeks at a time in the Twin Cities or Duluth or Michigan depending on where they were going to school or working. Taking me out to dinner probably a thousand times (no exaggeration) and paying without hesitation. Taking me to the Mall of America or to the beach for an entire day just because I wanted to and I didn’t have my license yet. Coming to get me in college if I wanted to go home and see mom and dad but didn’t have a car. Giving me keys to their houses, letting me use their washer and dryer, do homework, or just hang out if I was bored. Always knowing what to say and what to do because they’ve already been through it before. Picking me up after my first break up and letting me cry for an entire weekend at their house, and only attempting to cheer me up by ordering all my favorite take out. Things like letting me know that if I ever need somewhere to stay in the future while my fiance is deployed, their doors are always open.
I’m so, so lucky to be the baby sister.
Now that both of my sisters have baby girls of their own, I only hope I can provide similar experiences for my nieces in the years to come. A home away from home, helpful advice, treating them to dinner just because, and being the “big sister” to them.
I’ve been spoiled, that’s for sure. Mostly with love by two big sisters I can never fully repay.
Happy National Sibling Day!
“Sister. She is your mirror, shining back at you with a world of possibilities. She is your witness, who sees you at your worst and best, and loves you anyway. She is your partner in crime, your midnight companion, someone who knows when you are smiling, even in the dark. She is your teacher, your defense attorney, your personal press agent, even your shrink. Some days, she’s the reason you wish you were an only child.”
– Barbara Alpert