I miss New York. New York is like an ex-boyfriend that I keep wanting to go back to over and over again. And a visit isn’t enough. I need to be with him in another long term relationship. A few years before I made the move to California, I moved to New York (Brooklyn to be exact and I worked in Long Island City, Queens and then later in Manhattan). And while I’ve been blessed to have lived in the “big 3” cities, of America, my heart longs for New York. So as I sit, in the windy city, I reminisce of my time in the city that never sleeps.
Below are a few pictures that capture my time, in New York.
These pictures, with the snow, are bitter sweet. I’d spent the Christmas holiday, in Chicago, with my family. I wanted to get back to New York before New Years Eve, so I left Chicago a few days after Christmas. The day I left, my flight was supposed to leave Chicago at 12:00pm and arrive in Newark, New Jersey at 2:20pm. I can’t remember what time my flight left Chicago, but I do remember that when I walked into my apartment it was 3:34am; 13 hours AFTER I was originally scheduled to be back in New York. Now I’m from Chicago, so living with snow doesn’t bother me. But this snow, I didn’t want to be bothered with. Once I managed to get a cab from Newark to Brooklyn, there was so much snow that the cab couldn’t drive down my street. I had to walk, carrying Maxx and dragging my suitcase in the snow. I swear it took me nearly 10 minutes to walk a few feet and that doesn’t include the few times I fell.
*all photos by me