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17 years in NYC!

Thursday, January 12, 2017

17 years ago this month I moved into my first apartment in Manhattan. 


I remember driving towards the NYC skyline thinking, "You are mine!!!"


I was going to take on NYC. 


Hmm...


Anytime, I travel outside of NYC, even to Staten or LI, I feel like I'm not home. It's not until I enter Manhattan that the uneasiness goes away. 


I'm a New Yawker. 

Through & through. 


Earlier, I was walking Dottie on our nightly walks to Madison Square Park when I looked up at ALL the buildings. 


I vividly remember the longing to be the owner of one of those boxes. 


The boxes of windows that line NYC and behind it a story lives. Each box is a family and their NYC life. 


I wanted my own. 

...

I have a NYC story. 

I'm proud of myself. 

I have been able to sustain mine for 17 years! 


Pretty. 

Impressive. 


Today, Where do you long to live?!? Is there a place you HAVE GOT to live before you die?!? 

Funny, how that works. 

Most people HAVE GOT to visit certain places but not move there. 


Curious where I will be a year from now. 


And YOU, my fellow, where will you be living?!?


Xoxo


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