first impressions of New York! Remember only too well, that desperation to get there, and the sheer exhaustion when you finally arrive!
Before I even started this blog, I had been planning to write about my New York love story. My expectations on this post have grown and grown. And over and over I have attempted to write it, and always ended up hitting the Trash button.
My Boston post was so easy to write. You’d think with five years of dreaming under my belt, writing about New York would be a piece of cake. But apparently not. So here is my attempt at writing this. This is my New York love story, a trilogy because there’s too many words to fit into one post.
I fell in love with New York when I was about 15, when life was rubbish (as most 15 year olds believe) and escape seemed like the only solution.
Up until July 2009, I was a happy child. And then I was wisped away from familiarity to…
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