Brownstone.
I would love to live in a brownstone in the Upper West Side. They are GORGEOUS. And inside -the ones i’ve seen- flawless.
It’s my last night in New York, which makes me want to cry (okay, it’s not helping that I’m listening to the musical version of “Feed the birds” from Mary Poppins). I fucking love this city. I am in love with it. I hate that I could’ve had slightly longer here. I hate that I’m leaving and I have no idea when i’ll be able to come back. This sounds so ridiculous, but I feel so at home here. Which probably isn;t fair to say, since I haven’t been out of Manhattan. But still… This trip was so different from my first. This one was much more relaxed, I usually worked out my plans the morning of. Also, I was alone; more alone than I’ve ever probably been. It wasn’t a bad thing, although it did have its moments. Most of the time, though, I just felt so alive to be here. Despite the feet that were either numb with cold or dying from pain. I walked around Times Square tonight, going into shops for no reason, just so I wouldn’t have to leave. Because the idea of leaving makes me so sad. There is so much i love about this place. I love the shopping. I love that Times Square is in constant daylight. I love the constant arts life. I love the efficiency of the subway. I love how my sense of direction goes haywire on Bleecker street no matter how many maps I’ve got. I love that Starbucks aren’t as common as I’d like. I love that red lights mean nothing to pedestrians. I love that things are a little dirty. i love that there is always something to do. I love that things are open late. I love that I feel so at home here. I honestly feel like this is where I was meant to be.
