Dreams Come True

I know you’re thinking, “How old is she, 12?”

Nope, 21.

Moving on.

This is my favourite photo of myself not just because it’s one of the only photos I feel I look honestly pretty in, or because I believe I am genuinely happy, or because being genuinely happy in the photo makes me honestly pretty.  You read yesterday’s post, I’m not going to dwell on self-loathing two days in a row!  Sigh of relief.

If you’re savvy, you might recognize that I am standing in Central Park, approximately 3 years and 4 months before I moved here and almost seven years to the day I write this post.

In this photo, I am so deeply and hopelessly in love with New York City.  My every thought consumed.  I spend my days wandering the streets looking all around me trying to absorb as much as possible, to put into words how I feel, wanting to be a New Yorker! 

I study their fashion trends to copy them and be one of the multitudes on the catwalks of the streets. 
I want to eat at an outdoor cafe as passersby like myself pang with jealousy at my glamorous life of ease. 
I want to smell of dirt, exhaust, and Nuts 4 Nuts, inhaling the deep, sweet odors unlike anything before.

I want to throw my arms around the tree behind me and hold fast, believing that if dreams were currency and sincerity counted towards your credit score, I could own an apartment in glamorous Manhattan and this could be my life.

Seven years later…

…and it kinda is.

5 Comments Add yours

  1. Sarah S. says:

    I love this, I can't wait to visit there one day.

  2. Such a beautiful picture! I love New York, I wish I could go there again soon.


  3. Love the collage! All about a girl and her city šŸ˜‰

  4. Ashley says:

    Good for you!!! That's so awesome that you KNEW you always wanted to live there and you DID it!

  5. Beautifully said. I love that you took your dreams and actually made them happen. That's so hard to do and few actually try, but look at you. You did it! šŸ™‚

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