New York. I’ve been longing to live there since before I’d ever really been, and especially since college (which I attended in upstate New York and thus traveled to the city quite often). But as I mentioned to friends over brunch Sunday, I know that if I ever move there, I’ll never leave, and so keep putting it off.
I love the grunge, the colors, the concrete. I love the juxtaposition of new and old, foreign and familiar, colorful and drab. I love the smells, the sounds, the people.
I love how it’s the only place in the US where you can find certain things: $5 scarves, knockoff Prada, Hofbrauhaus beer. Squid on the sidewalk.
I love how there are so many tourist shops, which sell absolutely everything, as evidenced from this photo:
I love the whimsy. Grabauskas could take a cue from whomever is running the MTA.
Of course, I didn’t just go to New York for the first time in two years for no reason at all. I went to see this people:
And these amazingly lifelike dinosaurs:
And enjoyed myself immensely.