Introduction to Vivian Breathes NYC

A friend of mine once told me that the air quality in New York City, U.S.A. is so bad that the damage to your lungs would be the same as if you smoked a pack a day in Tallinn, Estonia. I have no idea if that is true and have no intention of testing it out either.

Sorry. Probably should have started with "hello". 

My name is Vivian, I'm a sixteen-year-old young person currently (yeah, that's going to change in 3 days) living in Tallinn, which is the capital city of Estonia. We are situated in the Baltic region, in the North-Eastern part of Europe, neatly tucked in between Sweden, Finland, Russia and Latvia. We speak Estonian and in my not-at-all-biased opinion it is a beautiful language. (Eestlane olen ja eestlaseks jään, kui mind eestlaseks loodi! Sõida tasa üle silla ja veel ilusaid eesti keelseid lauseid...) As you can probably guess by now, we generally can be quite the sarcastic bunch. Or maybe that's just me. 

Anyway, where does New York come into play? Well, it just so happens, that I'm going to be moving there for 2 years in 3 days. My mother is a diplomat and she got assigned the NYC post. I am going to be finishing up my two years of high school. 

My feelings about the move variate day-by-day and because I can be quite a dramatic person, I will most probably be feeling one of 2 things: excited enough to pee or scared shitless. (I am a poetic soul, I know.)

Don’t get me wrong this is a wonderful opportunity and I am so very grateful and excited...But moving from a city with an estimated population of 399,816 to one with 8,405,837, to a country I’ve never set foot in, is a pretty drastic change. Even better that out of those 8,4 million I personally know 0. 

The reason I'm writing this blog is that I want to make a time capsule of New York. I want to read this blog 20 years from now and start to reminisce. I want to remember what it felt like to be, live and breathe NYC. (Now do you get the blog title? :) Also it would be nice if the people that I'm leaving behind here in Estonia would have some kind of proof that I still actually exist somewhere. And lastly if you don't personally know me yet, it is still nice to know that there might be people out there somewhere reading me. I’m probably going to face some unfamiliar things and probably make some major mistakes and some horrible faux pas, but it would feel awesome to have some people in my computer along for the ride. It will probably be a bumpy one.

Eeh, or you could just laugh at the "peculiar-ness" and awkwardness that is my life, either way is cool with me.