New York I love you. When I was 4 years of age, I used to trot around the garden like a grub in my “I Love New York” t-shirt. In 2005, I visited you for the first time and cried for the three days leading up to my departure, as I had found my home and hated the fact I was leaving it. In 2010, I visited you for a month or so and again, had the time of my life walking your streets. In 2011 I stayed with you again for a month or so and created a herb garden inside a sky scraper building. It’s now 2013 and I’m determined to officially move to you. But life has a funny way of intervening and telling you when the time is right, not the other way around. This is the year New York. My long anticipated love, dream and future home. This has to be the year.
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