Living a life where I am always wanting to travel and explore new and unfamiliar places is something that I have dreamed of since I was little, and now that I am making that happen it is truly incredible. I have visited countless places over the past few years, and I’ve loved each and every one of them and have enjoyed the fast paced traveller’s lifestyle. Though I always find something unique to cherish about the cities and towns that I visit, nothing has compared to the way I feel about New York City. I first visited New York when I was 13 years old and was completely taken in by the ostentatiousness and flashiness that the city appeared as through the eyes of a young teenager. With each visit to the concrete jungle I saw more and experienced bigger and better things, I learnt to look past the tourist attractions, and to just enjoy the atmosphere as I wandered the streets with no direct direction or destination in mind. I explored the cobbled stoned streets of Chelsea, strutted down the perfectly manicured lanes of the Upper East and West Sides, meandered through Central Park from one end to the other, and strolled along the tree lined streets of the downtown neighbourhoods. Whenever I am in NYC I feel right and complete, and each time I have to leave the city I feel a little less like myself, because I know that my heart belongs in New York and I am never whole unless I am in my favourite place in the entire world.
Now that I have been back home in Australia for about one month since returning from my 14-month trip across Europe and America, my mind has been going back over my time overseas, and subconsciously it keeps wandering to New York. I’ve been feeling a strong pull to return to Manhattan and its neighbouring boroughs, to visit or to live, I am still not sure. I know that one day I will find a way to move over and actually afford to live in this expensively brilliant city, but for now all I dream about is returning to the city that never sleeps to uncover more of its secrets, as I know that I have only scratched the surface on what this city has to offer. I crave the fast pace nature of the people that hurriedly storm the streets, I seek the fashion that the city as a whole oozes, I desire a cupcake or two from my favourite Magnolia Bakery, I would do anything to be back in New York in a flash.
I dream of spending a perfect spring day in the Brooklyn Botanic Gardens encompassed by blossoming flowers, escaping the sweltering summer heat by heading to the Hamptons or braving the crowds at Coney Island Beach, drinking a pumpkin spiced latte as I watch the leaves change to red and orange and slowly fall to the ground, and then experience another magical day in a snow covered Central Park in the middle of winter. No matter the season New York is my version of flawless and I will always treasure every moment that I get to spend in it because “anything is possible. This is New York.” – (Carrie Bradshaw).
And so, I sit in my bedroom engrossed in shows like Sex and the City and Gossip Girl that are a love letter to the city of New York, and try to imagine that I too am a New York girl, or at least hope that one day I will become one. But in the meantime I will let my love grow from afar as I await the day when I will finally be back in the greatest city on earth, relying on photos, videos, and shows to fulfil the missing part of my heart that I left in New York. And “if you only get one great love, New York may just be mine.” (Carrie Bradshaw).