Six months as a caterpillar to live but six nights as a butterfly, the day of metamorphosis has finally arrived. The count down now over.
Racing heart and sweaty palms this rush never wanes.
I have this insatiable hunger to seek, to marvel, and uncover what awaits just beyond the horizon.
Suitcase carrying dreams, packed and prepared months in advance, New York City, I’m coming for you.
You are just as I imagined you’d be. Concrete jungle of cliché’s that are only a cliché because of their truth. Rambunctious and raw.
Controversial juxtapositions, amidst a kaleidoscope of color fused with what I know to be familiar yet oddly so unfamiliar all at the same time.
Streets reverberating with energy, a momentum that synergises to the core of my being.
You. New. York. New. York are Infectious. Contagious. Hypnotic.
Your alleyways, clandestine corners, the iconic and not so iconic,
Those rare moments of peace as the citizens of the city that never sleeps actually slumber,
The cordial, the candid, the unexpectedly quaint, whilst never forsaking the cuisine,
Consider this, my ode to you. Home of the Brave Land of the free,
Now I understand, a city so great they had to name it twice. New York, New York.