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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