i don’t think that it’s the practical ones among us who move to new york. (perhaps it is just that it needs a naive trust in life, that whatever happens is meant to, or could, or does and you’ll get through it.) there is something about this place that requires a leap of faith, that asks you to hold tight and see what happens, that never actually promises that you’ll come out the other side not worse for wear. but you do, usually. i have, mostly.
- by emily | via quarterlifecoe
oh new york. always, always new york in my heart. i often wake with an emptiness similar to a hunger for the city, my friends, the bridges, the aliveness, the craziness, the goodness.
