I can’t begin to describe the “stimulant” that is New York City. I was awe struck from the moment our plane touched down at La Guardia, and never stopped feeling the blood dance through my veins the entire time we were there. It’s a completely different world from anything I’ve ever experienced, and I would have inhaled the entire city if I could have.
Walking around the city felt sort of like watching a delicate and carefully rehearsed dance. The fat breasted pigeons become inconspicuous background performers as they weave in and out of scaffolding and crowds with effortless agility. The doors of the subway open like the arms of dependable partner as thousands of people spill in and out of it’s grips each day. The seemingly wreckless taxi’s, are surprisingly choreographed if you allow yourself to trust them, and even something as simple as a revolving door becomes as beautiful as a Foxtrot as New Yorkers spin through them without missing a beat. The dance of the city called to me, and I knew instantly New York City was going to be one of my favorite places on earth.
Every part of the city was charming. The sludge in the subway tracks, the architecture of the buildings, the diversity of the people, the dinginess of the birds, the tight quarters of the market – every single part was charming. Every single part had soul. Every single part was beautiful.
It is a city that makes no apologies. Everything is unbelievably convenient and completely inconvenient all at the same time. Everything is huge, but everything is cramped. Everything is grimy, all the while being incredibly beautiful. It is a true scensory orgasm. Had I been able to take my eyes off the city, I’d have had my fingers buzzing on my keyboard in an effort to capture this muse while it was completely fresh in my mind. I’ve never been more inspired. I pray for an opportunity in my life to sit at an open window of a brownstone in Manhattan and write until I no longer feel inspired. I have a feeling, I would die there.
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Wow, girl
You really captured the city VERY well. There isn't a day that goes by when I don't thank my lucky stars for having the opportunity to work there every day.Yes, it drives me mad and sometimes its streets smell like urine and I wish I didn't always feel like I was just floating from one subway stop to the next… but as you said: this city has a pulse and a soul and a heart and that is the reason I keep coming back for more 
I'm so glad to hear you had a great time and hope you return soon. Thanks for your lovely comment on my blog, girl. Enjoy the rest of your week and happy holidays to you and yours! XOXO