Like I said before… New York is the master key for the whole mistery. Have you ever felt like chasing something and in the meantime you start to think that maybe you’ll never touch it, or on the other hand, you start to feel that you don’t want it that much? You’re probably thinking “Ok, ok, I know where you’re going… You wanted NY but it’s being so hard that you started to change your mind!” Actually, you’re probably right… or not.
Going to NY is being very hard. I’ve been there three times, but never as a New Yorker, but the strangest thing is that I feel a New Yorker when I’m there. And I miss NY when I’m not. Let me share something with you. When growing up, and imagining that someday I would move to NY, I kept imagining my apartment. You read it well, my apartment. And I had it all figured out. Well, not all, but at least I thought about two things: my hall and the dog I would have.
So let me describe it for you… I would have a teal blue hall with NY b/w pictures in black frames. As simple as this. And the dog would be a Beagel. Just for the record… and a reality check, my house has white or light yellow walls, I only have two black frames but they’re in my bedroom with b/w Paris pictures… and there’s no dog.
How come this turned out like this? Strange thing… Oh, I almost forgot… you’re probably thinking… “But what about NY? Are you still trying?” I guess I think about that when outlining my keys…
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