After living in New York City for a few months, things can seem old hat. You get stuck in your routines and your work piles up. While yes, one does have those wild and crazy weekend nights, sometimes, one forgets where they are. I try, as much as possible to remind myself I live in the greatest city on earth. A cultural playground where almost anything is possible. I am so lucky to live in this hub of opportunity at eighteen years old. Sometimes it's hard to see the magic when your walking ten blocks in slush and freezing temperatures, but trust me it's still there. Look up at the empire state building and try to not smile out of pure joy for where you are and all that you've accomplished.
Italy is my first love, Paris is my mistress and New York will always be my home. xoxo
Italy is my first love, Paris is my mistress and New York will always be my home. xoxo