Living in and out of reality as I chase my dreams sky high.

Monday, 4 July 2016

I've fallen in love...

I've never been in love with anybody but myself, but then I came to New York and everything changed. I fell in love with a city more dashing than any man I could ever meet, it was like stepping out of a day dream and realizing reality had finally turned out to be better story than one I could've imagined. My mother worries that I might end up alone considering that she hasn't heard me gush about any boy that is worth my time. My friends are often confused to my lack of stability, and the constant tenuity of meeting men as though they are a new fall fashion. The point is no boy has ever struck a cord that meant anything more than infatuation...no man has ever really meant anything more than me passing boredom, and to hear my friends talk about love and the right one always felt so tedious, but then I landed up in the city of my dreams, where even the ugly turned beautiful, and everything beautiful felt magical. Suddenly the murmurs about love seemed real, as though finally someone has said something logical, I could now understand what people mean when they say "they just knew", because coming to NYC was more than an adventure, it was as if I finally caught onto fate, and destiny smiled upon with the kindest smile. So maybe the truth is that I will never understand love, nor will I understand how people fall so easily into it. My relationships, for the most part, will be glorious failures, one's that I hope I turn into best sellers, but the point is maybe my long list of male perfection doesn't exist because those are expectations far inferior to man, and so I supposed the logical thing to do would be to settle, but isn't love about finding the one...you know the perfect one? The one who completes every fiber in your being? The truth is love is sacrifice and I've not met a man who I'm willing to make those sacrifices...call me selfish, or call me ambitious. Sorry mummy as of right now don't expect to see me coupled up. I'm not cynical, nor am I broken-hearted, I've just found something great. I've found a city I'm in love with, an affair unspoken, maybe it's just another dalliance. But right now the only love letters I can think of start with New York I love you. I supposed it's comedic, impossible, ridiculous to say you've fallen in love with a city, but oh mother if I could only tell you that every minute in New York is like, a step into a fairytale, and shouldn't love, be like that anyways?

So take a step into my fairy tale and fall in love with a city I shamelessly call mine, see it through my eyes and you might fall in love!

6:45 am and Time Square. Have you heard anyone say that before? Come watch time slow down for awhile, in a place time rarely does.



Usually, I would go grab a bagel from side cart or a food truck, but it was pretty early and most places were closed. So I headed to Morning Star Cafe on 949 2nd Ave, as I had a few errands to run around there. This place serves up classic diner food, and is open 24 hours which is why its one of the many gems in the city. In a place where everything is rapidly changing, this is a bit of vintage thrown in.


I recommend a classic cuppa coffe. I usually need that caffeine boost when I've stayed up all night travelling and am going to spend another 24 hours up on my feet. 



This place is known for serving up some good eggs. I went with my favorite, sunny side up, with a side of turkey bacon, country friend potatoes and toast. 


The owner sticks up foreign currency from his foreign customers. It's actually not photographed well but, the wall looks amazing. I feel as though I went full circle around the globe with one meal. It's cool to see that people from all over were world once upon a time sat in this same cafe enjoying a cuppa coffee. 


After that, errands errands errands and then my most favorite thing to do in the city. Endless frivilous walks. Aimlessly turning to points with new stalls, new foods. Oh the smells just carry you with them. 



I always make it a point to go to my favorite library. I'm a self proclaimed book worm, and I find peace in book stores and libraries.

Usually, old books pull me in, but a good interior doesn't hurt either.



An hour and two here and there, and I'm back on my feet in full swing.




Until next time New York. I'll return home soon my love. 

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