Romantic Vintage Ballet Flats - Le Bunny Bleu
Day Eight | Your Favorite Place
I remember walking into New York for the first time. It was a cold night in February and I felt very chic wearing a long cardigan and ballet flats. I sat all the way back on the subway seat, which is a huge deal for me since I used to be extremely germaphobic about public places. Walking up those stairs I felt blinded by all of the people and lights. There was garbage and it smelt bad but for some reason I didn't care. There was a group of sketchy people yelling "Fuck society! Fuck America!" and I don't know what their purpose was but they said fuck a lot. Even though that isn't the picturesque story you usually here of New York, it was magical to me. Because in that moment everything felt right, it was as if I had found my place. I've never been high, but I imagine that's what it feels like - that feeling I had in New York. It was from that moment on I decided that was my home. I've struggled with insomnia and anxiety for awhile, but in a city that never sleeps I never felt alone. I know it's silly to get emotional over a place I've only been once and to feel homesick for it, but I do. I can't believe that in less than 100 hours I'll be back there. I'll finally feel at home.