New York Part One.
New York feels like home. When I step onto the sidewalk and the wave of bodies push past. When the smell of pizza mixes with the pollution of the busy streets. The jerk of the subway pulling into the station. The sirens, the horns the talking, the laughing. The bright lights and intimate cafes. The fashion and the rule breaking. The buildings, their structures, their textures. Every inch of New York lures me in. On my second trip to New York never have I felt so drawn to a city. When Jake and I looked at each other, we knew we needed to come back. Better yet….we needed to move here.
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