New York- where part of my heart resides
“I love New York, even though it isn’t mine, the way something has to be, a tree or a street or a house, something, anyway, that belongs to me because I belong to it.”
New York. It belongs to me because I belong to it...no matter how far away I am or how long it’s been since I resided at a Manhattan address, NY is mine and it has my heart. ❤️
And what a great feeling it is, to have a home on the other side of the ocean. A place to return to every so often when your current home begins to numb you. 🙏🏻
I needed a break. Or inspiration. Or miles of grey sidewalks and imposing skyscrapers, sleepless nights and infinite lights. I needed my favorite city full of memories and promise.
New York, thanks for the laughs (and the tears). I’ll see you soon. 🗽
"Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore, Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door.”