I talk about NYC constantly. Even though I talk about it so much, I almost hate telling people my feelings towards it.. So I don’t really.. and when I do I talk there ear off about it and annoy them, Is it possible to fall in love with an actual place? Like actually fall in love with it? Having every single one of your dreams take place there, waking up every morning wishing I was waking up in an apartment in Jersey City overlooking the rising sun upon Manhattan. Ethan, my boyfriend and the most amazing man I could ever dream of, would be still sleeping next to me, and our beautiful pitbull Lilly would be at our feet as usual when I get up. As I go to look out the windows and see the city I know that’s where we’re supposed to be. I know I have to wait to get my degree here and save more money for a few years.. but sometimes it’s so exhausting waking up and wishing all day that you were going about your day the same but somewhere else. Every time I here a firetruck or siren I close my eyes and imagine I’m in Brooklyn, watching the world go by in front of me. For now I’ll keep dreaming..