Have you ever felt homesick for a place you’ve never lived in for more than a week? I do every single day. Every morning and night I’m reminded of my love of New York and I pine for it every single time. It’s been far too long since I was last there and it will be a while before I can return. The only way I can satisfy my cravings to walk the sidewalks and smell the polluted air is by scouring my laptop and phone for all of my New York photos. It’s not quite the same but it’s all I have for now.
Staring up at the Statue of Liberty, standing on top of the Empire State Building and strolling past the Stock Exchange have always been things I dreamed of as a child and to actually experience it first hand is indescribable. Walking into the peacefulness of Central Park and leaving behind the noise of the city for a while is an extraordinary feeling. It’s a much needed place to gather your thoughts, to plan your days and to escape a concrete jungle even if it’s just for 5 minutes.
It’s not just the tourist-y things that captured my black, shrivelled up heart; it’s the yellow cabs on every block, it’s the sound of the garbage trucks waking me from my impatient slumber and it’s the residents clutching their Starbucks cups as they make their way to work. It is honestly all of the simple things that make me love New York.
A picture of New York hangs above my bed and it’s what makes me homesick for a state that I yearn for. Living in New York was something I wanted as a child but now I’m more than content with the occasional visit. It’s an overwhelming place and my heart really lies with California (I am a Chargers fan after all) but New York will always be my first love. I hope the next visit comes soon and will be full of good food, good company and great memories
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