Cheers to the city where I learned that the best street art is in Brooklyn, that “I want to go out for a dinner, my shift ends at six”- is not just a polite conversation if its held with a cute boy and that “I’m booked” is the stupidest of answers. 29th street until a third of central park is about 6 miles & 6 miles under one hour is in fact very do-able, and unlike in London, China Town is very cool at night. And the italians with the strongest italian accents most likely are not real italians, but such things does not matter in little Italy.
Cheers to the biggest melting pot in the world where within one hour every language you know will be spoken and every type of gourmet can be found on the smallest of streets in the biggest city. Cheers to the city where the sixteen year old me turned seventeen with friends and workers singing their lungs out on top of the Empire state, and cheers to the ‘concrete jungle’ that ‘dreams are made of’. Chers to the High Line, Brooklyn Bridge, Fifth Avenue, and every other monument made famous and iconic in hundreds of movies and songs. Cheers to the city where dreamers gather.
Cheers to the city that I never fell in love with, but that slowly started growing on me as I was about to wave my second goodbye. Cheers to New York- The city that never sleeps.