New York is great. Big. Overwhelming.
Dirt everywhere, sirens so loud and lights so bright. Times Square the very first time. Nothing but tourists, shirt sellers and police officers. Empire State. Central Park. Brooklyn Bridge. An afternoon in Harlem. Let’s hang out in Williamsburg. Do some shopping in SoHo. See the skyline in Dumbo. I never felt insecure or strange – you know New York from all the movies. And songs. Concrete jungle. There’s nothing you can’t do. And you get attached. So easily.
After ten days I had to leave. Heartbreaking. Bye, love. But a a part of me stayed there.
Two years later. Our comeback.
I’ve been waiting so long and the city embraces me with sunshine and noise. Noise in the middle of the night. No sleep, just me, the night and New York. And it feels fabulous.
It’s hard to adjust the first days. New York changes a lot. So fast. Constant change. But it feels real.
It feels like the very first breath, when you’ve been drowning underwater.
I’m resurfacing. I feel alive.
In the city of hope. The city of dreams. The city of contrasts. I don’t care about the dirt, the noise, the crowds. I appreciate the ugly faces and the beautiful ones. The never-happening silence. The smell of the dirt when you walk down the streets early in the morning. The rats in the subways. The crazies that cuss you out. That’s New York. And the longer I stay, the more I know we belong together.
New York and me.CONTINUE READING
