So I made it through yesterday in the ‘big apple’ despite my feet’s protests and I can’t describe to you the love I feel or this city already.
So after yesterdays blog I did some more writing and had lunch in Blooms diner *said in an American accent* with father and was so good, probably the best burger I’ve had.
I went on to a rather eventful afternoon- or three hours. So walking down to time square which was like you see it in all the movies, I made my way up to Central Park which was so full of stories. I did a tiny bit of writing there, I’ll put it in at the end, and then made my way down fifth avenue, did some shopping and laughing at the signs outside of trump tower (‘Charity for trump- give him the finger here’) and made my way to dad’s office where I saw the city from the 45th floor (photo attached). Went and had a bit of a rest then went out for an Italian with dad, after some intense walking because we couldn’t find the one we’d planned on but finally found Remi’s, had absolutely exquisite pasta and got home.
I’m in love with this city, you know, it’s like every street corner has memories, every traffic light a life, the stories made under each lamppost, it’s teeming, spilling, overflowing with untold tales, love and horror and magic and tragedy and
secret rooftop meet ups, coffee shops and pizzerias which know you by name, crazy people you see walking around, all with stories of their own
Oh the stories! My brain is bursting with each person I see, each little cafe and shop and apartment over a salon and
I love it here. So freaking much, too freaking much.
I don’t want to leave.
What I wrote in Central Park-
Can you imagine the memories made in Central Park? The meet cutes and inside jokes, good times and bad times, the secrets the leaves hold, the whispers running through the grass,
Maybe yours are meant to be made here,
Love, hea xx