New York is a need. A visceral sensation in my chest.
It’s the city of so many people’s dreams, so why should I be any different. I want to lose myself amidst the noise and the lights, the chaos of all the lives lived in this one teeming place.
I want to stare at the skyline, at the light reflecting from the windows of skyscrapers on a bright winter day.
I want to be a still point as the city rushes around me.
I want to walk down quiet residential streets and listen to the clatter of the subway. I want to stop and look up; look up at the buildings rising endlessly above me.
I want to explore, to know the person I could be there.
New York is always at the back of my mind. It’s always present somewhere within me.
In another life it would be my home, at least for a time.
It will always be the one that got away.