New York City

Blowing out my imaginary candle and making a wish to celebrate my 1st year back in London.
Yep, yep , yeppie I said goodbye to NYC for the big smoke exactly 12 months ago.
So much has changed in a year, so much.
And as my dad always says, "no condition is permanent".
It's like his thing. His one-liner. Can get a wee bit annoying. I have a one-liner as well, "that's hot". That's obviously not as deep, but yah know i am okay with that :)

Honestly, so far i have found that knowing that no condition is permanent is one of my favourite things about living. Obviously, there is a whole list of things i love as well, but being aware that change is always around the corner and realising that even the most painful situations eventually pass is somewhat soothing. It also allows me to embrace moments a little bit more.


I never really talk about my time in New York, not even with friends. Like a proud parent with snapshots of their kids folded up in a wallet to show random strangers, there are ofcourse the awesome stories i dust out for them.
But it's something that was for the most part, mine, and mine alone.
Well,
I miss Brooklyn's random vegan restaurants run by dreadlocked Jamaicans. Awesome food. awesome dairy-free icecream. And so cheap!
I miss fire escapes and beacon's closet
I miss trendy upper-eastsiders that make me feel a little underdressed and poor. Wait, compared to you i was. oh well.
Miss the crackheads. well, i hope maybe they are in rehab now and clean and perhaps even won the lottery? I especially hope so for the dude by prospect park. get well mr.!!
Oh my, what i wouldn't give to walk down the aisle of a Trader Joes and have mindless banter with the hot hippy guy that works there. You never did call me. Wait, i didn't give you my nr. my bad. we just talked about my awesome headwrap thingy.
And Trade Joe's 3 dollar wine. sigh. Good times. New York, if there was ever a city to bring out the boozer in me, that would be you.
The Q train. Always something wrong with that train. why really!
i miss how cheap NYC was. especially the subway.
I miss never getting lost. I mean who gets lost with the city's awesome grid system... umm , ok , i got lost a couple of times but it was like around china town. It can be confusing around Chinatown.
I miss bubble tea in china town.
I miss museums where you have like "suggested donations' and can pay a dollar or two to get it
i miss guys with more balls. Sorry english guys, but the majority of Americans have a wee bit more game.
Harlem, Spanish harlem. you have my heart. You remind me of Cuba.
i do miss my yoga teacher there a little, though i no teacher comes close to the one i have here. One of the reasons i am glad i came back is because i discovered his class. What kind i say, i am easy to please.
i miss, most of all, who i was there. More carefree.
But no condition is permanent.
So here. here, let's make a wish for bigger and brighter things, and that one day i get published in the New Yorker. It might help to send in a story...