The climb is tough, but the view is great. This descent in to New York was decidedly unforgettable for me, and I have this rather spectacular (but VERY against flying protocol) photo to make me misty-eyed with love and longing to return every time I look at it.
This was my third time visiting New York. I had two weeks within this city that I was becoming alarmingly familiar with as the days progressed. My sub-par to a New Yorker navigation skills jumping from subway to subway or getting around on-foot became almost instinctive to me. There's an almost gravitational pull that I feel when in New York - either I never want to leave, or it doesn't want me to, either way, it is VERY hard to fight.
It is very hard to know where to begin when explaining to someone what New York is like. The only way I could describe it would be that you feel you are at the centre of the earth. So much of this world has been grown in New York - stocks, retail, Broadway stars (just to name a few). It feels like the longevity of the rest of the world relies beating heart that is this NYC. Albeit with every "rise" there is a "fall", and New York has had its share - from the Wall Street Crash of 1929, to the horrific Twin Tower bombings in 2001. There is so much history to this city, both good and bad, that gives the city a kind of depth that lies so deep beneath your feet that walk along the pavement.
No, I do not live here. My home is on the other side of the earth in Melbourne, Australia. As unsettling as it is, so much of me believes I belong back in New York, because the heart wants what the heart wants, and sometimes this little heart of mine wants to beat in a place that feels like a heart itself.
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