Disclaimer: I love New York.
My husband and I went to NYC for the first time for our 4th wedding anniversary. I did not know what to expect, but since I was little I have been intrigued by the magic of this city thanks to movies like “Home Alone 2: Lost in New York” “Elf” and “Miracle on 34th street” (I am sensing a Christmas theme going on here..) also, I like to think I am Blair Waldorf every once in a while. One of the reasons why I love NYC so much is that it feels like home (weird I know). Walking and hearing so many languages being spoken and seeing so much diversity always makes my heart swell. Pair that with a beautiful park in the middle of the chaos and the amazing food and fashion, is a dream come true! Plus let’s not forget the fact you can WALK and take public transit ANYWHERE. The food is to die for, you have every single cuisine available, molded to every want and craving. The second time we went to NYC was this past October, and we got to take my parents! It was a top-three trip for me not only because we discovered the best tacos the United States of America has to offer (shout out Los Tacos #1 in Chelsea Market and Times Square) but seeing the child-like wonder in my parents’ eyes made me realize that traveling is more than sight-seeing, it’s a way to externalize what is in your heart. All of the could be’s and the would be’s, the day dreaming becoming a reality.
I love Atlanta, it has been my home for the past 16 years and I don’t think it would be viable for Dan and I to ever move away, but what I know is that I think of New York constantly and I day dream about the move to the big city that never was and probably never will. It’s an itch that I am dying to scratch off, maybe one day.
Until Next Time,
Odette
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